#but goddamn is writing HARD yo

[clowningaroundmars]

Hi Mars! I just read your Hobie-1610 au and it was amazing! 🤩😍 The art was fantastic too, and I just wanted to ask if you've thought about maybe making a part 2?

aww thanks! 🩷🩷🩷🩷

i... have thought abt it! i have a general idea floating in my head regarding how i want it to go, kinda. generally.

i'm just not entirely sure how i want to go about putting it down, bc i try not to let my fic ideas get too lengthy since im not the best writer in the world. my pacing can be weird sometimes

but i'm currently working on a miles g and venom fic that i'll be posting to ao3 eventually. once that's done, i'll see if i can return back to the hobie1610 idea and flesh it out some more

[red-ropes-of-avalon]

Sukuna is the kinda guy who demands you get the proper amount of respect and will fight for you if it's not given. Absolutely nobody gets away with taking anything that's yours and claiming it as their own- because what's yours is also his.

Modern AU Blurb:

You were always rather unfortunate with lab partners when it was up to luck of the draw. Being a woman in STEM was never labeled as easy, and while your beloved boyfriend was as helpful as possible he couldn't take that burden away. Being a business major meant he knew all the excel tips and tricks, so he helped when he could. While you had never foreseen dating your roommate's older brother, it was an interesting dynamic. Anything you accomplished brought him pride, for your achievements were his too.

Finals week in your room was hectic- your direct roommate Nobara had her interior design papers everywhere. Some pinned on the wall, others strewed all over the floor. Your own Biochem notes sprawled all over a calendar whiteboard. Megumi and Yuji's room was a mess on only one side- Megumi's sources for an English paper written neatly on the whiteboard with checks next to the ones he has cited from, while Yuji's side generally always looked like a bomb had been dropped but now with added notes sprawled around. You were sprawled on the floor writing out an assignment for your Biochem lecture while Nobara sat at her desk above you.

Your email pinged- an email from your lab partner. You inwardly groaned not wanting Nobara to pick up on your distress. He had been emailing you all day for the final project that you'd be presenting tomorrow. The problem though was you had found out he had been using your excel file for the whole semester. All of the hours trying to bullshit excel into working, and all of Sukuna's help had been being used by him. Normally this wouldn't bother you but he was using it and claiming it to be his own work- taking all of the credit for your hard work. You flipped your phone down and turned your notifications off trying to focus on the paper you had to read.

You didn't even realize how many hours you had been working on this paper until Yuji was standing in the doorway. "Yo Y/N are you ok?" Looking up at Yuji you tilted your head slightly, confused why he was asking. "Sukuna's been texting you and you haven't responded. He's calling me and yelling at me." Your eyes widened, how long had you been laying here struggling to read this paper on PEPCK. "He's already on his way over here now. Just I guess be ready to explain why you weren't answering." You nodded quietly and began racking your brain for an excuse. You could say you were doing work, but that usually never warranted you turning on Do Not Disturb. If you told him about the actual problem he could blow it into something more than it's worth. You didn't even notice Yuji had disappeared from the door and Nobara stepped out.

Before your mind could stop running in frantic circles, Sukuna was now hulking in your doorframe. "Hey twerp, why weren't you answering me? Almost gave me a goddamned heart attack."

"Aw you missed talking to me did you?" You teased hoping to distract him.

"No dodging the question brat. You never turn your notifications off, so spill." Sukuna's eyes felt like they were piercing into your soul. You couldn't hide anything from him. His perception rivaled his intelligence even.

"I have a final presentation tomorrow for my Biochem lab. I have to do it with my lab partner and he's just been overwhelming me with emails. And...and I just found out he's been taking all the calculations I've been doing in the excel. Y'know the ones I need your help with sometimes because they take hours trying to get excel to work..." you trailed off eyes down.

"What are you going to do about it then twerp? Because if I don't get a good answer I'm taking that laptop and I'm sending an email to the professor for you."

"I was going to talk to her in person before we have to present. I'm just...y'know nervous." Sukuna sighed lowering himself to sit beside you on the floor, pulling you into him.

"If the professor doesn't handle it, I'll make sure someone else does. Now let me see this presentation. I'm assuming you made it since your one of the few competent individuals I know so this better be good." You smiled softly, switching tabs to the presentation you had formatted. The other group members had all their data in, and your heart dropped to your stomach when you found screenshots of your excel sheet placed in. Sukuna just ruffled your hair distracting you from the panic filling your heart. "At least you know the data is right, don't work yourself up over this or else you'll mess up your part. Don't forget what's yours is mine so you gotta make me proud."

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I wrote this while upset because I found out my lab partner has been using my excel sheet all semester and taking credit for all my work hahah. Love being a woman in STEM.

[alexthemacaronian]

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THWYRE SO FUCKING STUPID I HOPE THEY EXPLODE AND DIE /VVVPOS

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(I PROMISE I CARE ABOUT EVERYTHING ELSE IN THE EP TOO BUT I NEED3D YO GET RHIS BRAINGOOP PIT FISRT 🙏🙏)

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Stuffed Heart 🧸

Leon S. Kennedy x reader

A/N: How's your year going so far?? I'm so sorry for just disappearing for two weeks 😭 I was so goddamn tired, and I just didn't have the energy to write. I'll be working on your requests immediately, I promise!! To get back in and as a little apology, have this 🩷

~ Fi 🐝

《Warnings》: fluffy omfg, this might be completely ooc for Leon, but it's cute, so it gets a pass.

《Word count》: 1.2k

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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"Promise you won't laugh at me?"

"Baby, why would I ever laugh at you?"

You chewed on your lip, your brows pulled together while your hands were behind your back. Today was the first night you'd spent in your new shared apartment together.

You were beyond excited, but you were embarrassed of your sleeping habits, having them be deemed childish by many other people. And the last thing you wanted Leon to see you as was childish.

Sure, you'd spent nights together; most of them at his place. And when you did spend them at yours, you always made sure to stuff your embarrassing secret into the farthest depths of your closet.

You loved Leon more than anything, and the fact that you were thinking he would look at you weird or even laugh at you made the guilt in your stomach bubble up. He was the kindest person you knew, and he was your boyfriend. He wouldn't think of you differently. Right?

"Because it's embarrassing..." you mumbled, your head hanging low.

Leon raised a brow at you. He was seated on the edge of your bed, already dressed in his sleep attire, as were you.

"Sweetheart, whatever you're hiding behind your sweet little self, I can assure you, is not embarrassing. We're in a relationship, being embarrassed around each other is off the table." He chuckled, making a faint smile tug at your lips.

"C'mere." Leon spread his thighs a little and beckoned you to slot between them with a motion of his hands.

Sighing softly, you shuffled over and stood between his legs, your bottom lip joting out in a small pout. His strong arms snaked around your hips.

"I love you, alright? There's nothing you can pull out from behind your back that would make me love you any less. I promise you." Leon said, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss.

"And I don't want to rush you, but I'm dog tired and I just want you in my arms."

He did look tired. There were subtle bags under his eyes, and he had been yawning from to time. His eyes were half lidded, and he had that hazy, goofy grin on his face that you loved so much.

You felt bad for keeping him up, knowing how hard and gruesome his work was. You caved with a sigh.

"Okay..." you started to move your arms from behind your back, a still unsure expression on your face. Your hands settled in front of your stomach, a soft animal plushie in each hand.

Leon's heart swelled when he saw the faint blush on your cheeks and your little soft friends in your grasp. In your right was a light brown bear with a little striped heart on its chest, and in your left was a white bunny with floppy ears and a pink nose.

His smile grew as he inspected the plushies. You were absolutely adorable in his mind, and this had just solidified that fact in his heart as well. God, you were so precious.

You were embarrassed because you owned and presumably wanted to sleep with your beloved stuffies? He swore he felt his heart grow in size as you took over even more of it.

"This... This is what you were embarrassed about?" He asked gently, a sweet grin on his face.

"I mean... yeah. I know it's childish and maybe even weird but-" Leon interrupted you with his thumb over your lips as he cupped your cheek.

"S'not childish or weird. I think it's really cute, actually."

"You do?" You asked in slight disbelief, your shoulders dropping.

"I do. Now, are you gonna introduce me to your friends?" He smiled, rubbing circles into the back of your thighs. An inevitable smile broke out on your face as you held your pluhsies a little higher so they were at eye level with Leon.

"This," you lifted the fluffy bear just a little,"is Honey. And this is Rosie." You said softly, the soft ears of the bunny moving with your movement.

"Nice to meet you, ladies." he said politely, taking their small paws and shaking them. He had to take them between two fingers as his hand could engulf them whole.

"I hope you took good care of my girl, yeah?" You had to stop yourself from squealing and giggling. This was the most adorable interaction you'd ever witnessed and it was between your stuffed animals and your boyfriend.

"Can they stay?" You questioned timidly, still insecure about your plushies despite the obvious positive response from Leon.

"Bold of you to assume they're allowed to leave." He grinned with a mischievous glint in his eyes, swiftly pulling you on top of him, successfully trapping both Honey and Rosie between the two of you. You giggled when you fell onto his chest, your legs dangling off the edge of the bed.

"Oh wow, they're really snuggly." His words were muffled, his face nuzzling against the soft tops of their heads that were peaking out from underneath you.

Before you could respond and tell him that you take very good care of them because they mean a lot to you, he whispered another phrase, so quiet you could've missed it.

"They smell like you, I love them." It made your heart melt. It was a sleepy ramble, a dazed confession as his eyes started to fall shut.

"M'sorry for keeping you up, Baby." You whispered, brushing some of his stray blonde strands out of his face. Leon mumbled something that resembled a simple 'S'okay', tightening his arms around your middle. He did eventually maneuver your little cuddle pile further onto the bed until his head finally hit his soft pillow.

He'd refused to let go of you, making the moving of the cuddle pile a little inconvenient as he shimmied his body up the bed with drowsy grunts while you rocked from side to side, little giggles escaping you.

"I could've just gotten off, you know." You grinned sleepily, gazing up at Leon who was basically out cold at this point, though he made no effort to ever loosen his arms around you.

"S'much better like this. 'nd I'm a strong boy." He sighed, all the tension and stress that sat rooted deep within his muscles fading away.

You couldn't help but smile when he attempted a vague flexing motion only for his heavy arm to fall back onto your waist.

"The strongest boy. My strong boy." You nuzzled your face into his chest, your stuffed bear hugged close to your heart while Rosie was pressed up against Leon's cheek, squishing it in the cutest way possible.

He smiled when he heard you call him 'your strong boy'. He knew that he would never have nightmares when he was with you, your comfort and affection shielding him from all the evil his mind conjured up.

And now, with a snuggly bunny plush pressed against his face, the fluffy bear on his chest and you, his perfect girl, in his arms he was content as ever.

So, with a smile on both your faces and a fulfilled heart, you drifted off into the soft pink and purple swirls that were your dreamland.

With mumbled 'good night's and 'I love you's, you couldn't wait to wake up tomorrow and do it all over again.

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Hope you enjoyed <3

[milfswriter]

Can you write a Rhea x reader story where they go to the movies and reader is wearing a short skirt and it causes boys to stare and try to flirt with them so Rhea grabs reader in certain ways that shows she’s hers and then later punishes reader for their outfit choice? Smut please 🤪

Possessive

Rhea Ripley x reader

Summary: You're Rhea's, and Rhea's only

Notes and warnings: men (i know i'm sorry), jealousy, smut (not that much tbh), bathroom sex, mentioned strapon sex

THE GIF?? Thanks for the internal gay panic in the middle of Starbucks @rebecca-quin

"Hey, pretty" you turned your head to see a guy walking towards you with a smug look on his face as he looked you up and down.

Demi was supposedly getting popcorn while you were waiting in line to purchase tickets for the new horror movie Rhea's been talking about non-stop.

"Can I..help you?" you raised a brow, looking around to make sure he was talking to you. Ugh, you didn't wanna deal with this right now, it's supposed to be a fun night out but now you had to shoo him away in fear of Rhea unleashing her fists on him.

She was violently possessive, not to you of course, but she would lay her hands on anyone who dares talk to you even though the diamond on your finger could not be ignored. People, specifically men, knew you were taken, yet they still tried their luck.

The little skirt that hung just under your ass cheeks and the tight tank top were definitely not helping the situation.

"you could help by giving me your number" he grinned, the smug look on his face disgusted you.

Just as you were about to say something, you felt the familiar pair of hands around your waist, pulling you against your fiance's warm body. "Hey, bunny. D'you get the tickets?" she asked with a kiss to your jaw, the man's face contoured in confusion. She still hasn't noticed him, good.

Although, you knew she noticed the other creeps you knew were staring at you when she gripped your hips towards hers, allowing you to feel what she had under her boxers. Of course she was wearing it.

"Uh..Did you hear what I said?" he tried to gain back your attention, Rhea's frame stiffening around you.

"Who are you?" she asked..loudly as she stepped in front of you, crossing her arms. "O..kay" you gulped as people started staring and tried to pull her back by her belt.

"None of your goddamn business" he answered, "I was talking to her" He nodded towards you, and you knew if he doesn't get the hell out of there, he'd be a dead man in less than 10 minutes.

"Dems, please..just ignore him" you whispered onto her back, pulling on her belt loops.

"Well..her, is my wife. So you'd back off if you know what's good for you" She was face to face with him at this point, her features trembling with rage.

You froze at the name. Wife.

It wasn't anything new, you'd be her wife in a few short months. But hearing her say it like that made you feel...hot. Suddenly you didn't wanna stop her anymore.

The guy snarled at her before rolling his eyes and turning to walk away. "bitch.." she mumbled, turning to you with a hard look.

"Come" was all she said before walking away. She didn't even bring popcorn so what the hell was happening?

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she pushed you against the stall door, your cheek hitting it with a hard thud. "Sorry, you ok?" she chuckled quietly, not wanting anyone coming in to hear what you two were up to.

"S'okay" you groaned, "what about the movie though?"

"It's alright bunny, we'll catch the one at 10" She lifted your skirt, toying with your ass cheeks as she kissed and nipped at your neck.

"you're not wearing that skirt again, you hear me? I could see your pussy from the other side of the building!"

"I'm wearing panties, Demi don't be dramatic" you whined before turning your head just a little to look at her "are you body-shaming me?"

"of course not, idiot. Don't twist my words" She bit your shoulder, making you yelp, "everyone was staring at you..everyone but me..the only one who's got the right to do that"

She moved your panties to the side with one hand, the other forcing her fingers past your lips to wet them. "you've got a smart mouth, now hm?" her wet fingers made their way to your now-exposed pussy rubbing up and down your slit, not that you'd need the lubrication.

She took her hands off you and you heard her zipper being pulled down and felt the tip of the faux cock poking your ass cheek. "we've got 20 minutes, stay still"

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"two tickets for Scream, please" Rhea grinned innocently at the clerk as if she didn't have her strap inside you to the hilt mere minutes ago and the only thing helping you walk normally was her arm around your waist.

BONUS:

"Soo..because I watched that absolute nightmare with you" you began, playing with her rings as the two of you walked to your car, "would you watch Barbie with me next month?"

"Not a fucking chance"

"DEMS!"

"I can't stand the cringe, baby I'm sorry" She opened the passenger door for you and you got in but not before you gave her a small pout.

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[zoeykallus]

Yo yo! If you're taking requests still could I pls nab maybe some Spicy HC of TBB + Rex *finishing* untouched? Like maybe they are so caught up in the heat of the moment or super touch starved and they can't help themselves. I love your writing so fkn much goddamn its just *chefs kiss*

Aloha!

I'm so sorry you had to wait so long for this, but it took me some time to get here through my asks and get through some personal stuff, you know to be in the right mood to write this and all... Well, without any further ado, here come your HCs.

You didn't mention a gender, so as always if not asked for something else, I'll go with a fem!reader. Hope that's okay! ... now on to the dirty stuff....

The Bad Batch /Rex x Fem!Reader HCs - A Ghostly Touch

Warnings: Strongly Suggestive/Consensual Sexual Content/Smut/Edging/Consensual Bondage/18+

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Hunter

His senses are full of you. Your hormones have literally flooded him. Hunter's head is dipped between your thighs, his tongue dancing quickly and deftly on your clit, two fingers between your slick walls.

His cock is almost painfully hard, pulsing, hypersensitive. The last time you were intimate was a while ago, and your scent and the taste of your arousal on his tongue is driving him almost insane.

He listens to your moans, your little excited sighs that are like music to his ears. His hard length is pressed into the sheets, the mattress, while his tongue plays intensely with your pearl. His lips suck your clit perfectly, while his tongue tip, exerting perfect pressure in quick little circles, delightfully teases the sensitive little knot of nerves.

Hunter's muscles begin to quiver, he is so starved for you, his senses so overwhelmed by your sounds, your smell your taste on his nimble tongue.

It's just a tiny movement, his pelvis pressing a little harder into the mattress, his cock grazing the fabric of the sheets with a little emphasis. In the next moment, he grunts in surprise into your pubic as his orgasm bursts over him with explosive intensity. He feels his warm seed spreading out beneath him on the sheets.

A little out of breath, his head briefly pops up between your thighs. Your eyes meet, and you see by his face how surprised and a little beside himself Hunter is.

"Are you okay?" you ask softly, though breathlessly.

He swallows and says a little meekly, "Sorry, I think I just messed up your sheets."

Tech

Kissing, pumping, licking, you tease him for quite a while. Always on the edge, and yet you don't let him slide into the release he craves. But Tech likes that, he asks you for it often, it's one of his kinks. Your lips and tongue keep sliding along his cock, only to let go of him as soon as he's about to cum.

Actually, he should be working, when you came into the cockpit, Tech was lying under the console, between loosely hanging cables. But you laid down next to him under the console and whispered dirty and sweet nothings to him until he finally sat down in the pilot seat and dropped his pants.

Sweat is on his forehead, his muscles are tense, he's breathing hard, the look on his face is adorably helpless. The way he looks at you, you know he worships you and his salvation is in your hands, lips and tongue.

Shakily, he adjusts his goggles with his index finger, licks his lips and swallows.

"Honey, I don't know how much longer I can take this".

A smile spreads across your lips. You look up at Tech with a naughty glint in your eye. His hard length standing erect in front of your nose, you purse your lips and breathe a hot exhale on his hypersensitive cock.

Tech's eyes tear open, a surprised groan comes from his mouth, you can see his testicles tighten and his cock pulsate, moments later his seed spurts from the small slit at the swollen, velvety tip.

Tech emits a silent curse through clenched teeth. He slumps backward in the pilot's chair, breathing hard and sweaty. With a soft laugh, you climb happily onto his lap and beam at him.

You ask him tenderly with a gentle little kiss, "How was that?"

After another deep breath, he smiles at you and says, "Exceptional."

Echo

His mind has long since departed, at least that's how it feels to him. You are alone for the first time, for the first time about to become really intimate, and he sees you here and now, for the first time naked and standing in front of him in all your beauty.

His cock has just reached diamond hardness level, just from the sight of you, just at the thought of being allowed to touch your warm, naked skin. He kisses your breasts and his hand playfully wanders down your body.

Echo is as excited as probably never before, he has waited patiently for this moment for a long time. He sits on your desk chair, and you stand in front of him. His heart is racing, his hard manhood is pulsating, the tip slightly red and swollen.

Your hand playfully strokes along his wonderful cock, and you say suggestively, "I can't wait for you to penetrate me."

Echo expels a shaky breath, just the thought making his hormones go crazy. As you turn your backside to him with a lewd little smile and bend over the table, you hear a soft, startled sound come out of his mouth. Shortly after, you feel something warm splatter against your thighs and buns.

"What…"

Surprised, you look around to see Echo looking up at you from his seat in your office chair, startled, downright horrified.

"I'm so sorry that… that's never happened to me before! It's just, we've waited so long to be intimate with each other, it's been a long time since I…. And I'm just overwhelmed by you."

You see the panic in his gaze and smile softly at him.

"That's alright Echo, you'll have longer stamina on the second try".

You kiss his forehead and say, "Will you help me clean myself up before we continue?"

Echo nods eagerly.

"Of course."

After a brief pause, he whispers, pressing a kiss to your ear, "Thank you, beautiful."

"For what?"

"For your understanding"

Wrecker

Your big man is completely exhausted. Sweating, Wrecker lies in the sheets, you've been teasing him for quite a while, with hands, lips and tongue. His hard length is reddened and swollen at the tip, every little touch makes him whimper.

"This is absolute torture, the sweetest torture there is, but torture nonetheless, sweetheart," he says, breathing heavily, his brow furrowed, his massive fingers clawed into the sheet that's already partially torn under his tense grip.

As you chuckle softly, you hear a low growl come deep from his chest. All of a sudden he sits up, grabs you and pushes you into the sheets. A startled exclamation escapes you as his head dives between your naked thighs, and he drills his powerful tongue into your pussy without warning, while the tip of his nose rubs over your clit.

Within seconds, you are moaning his name over and over as he fucks you with his massive tongue. He moans into your pussy, his hard cock pressed into the mattress beneath him. He is so horny that it almost hurts.

As if starved, he licks you out, his tongue greedily speeds into your little hole again and again while the friction caused by his nose on your pearl remains. His strong hands hold your thighs apart, trembling with excited tension in his hard yet careful grip.

He murmurs into your pubic, "Tastes good…. mmmphf, babe I think I'm about to cum".

As you cry out in lust, succumbing to your orgasm, he's rutting his cock into the mattress, his whole body tense, and finally the release he's been longing for comes for him too. A deep growl escapes from his throat and enters your still quivering pussy, his head still resting between your thighs.

You can see how his muscles finally lose their tension. Lazily, he licks your oversensitive pussy a few times and grins as you twitch in his grip.

Crosshair

He behaved like a spoiled brat. It took forever to convince him to let you tie him up. Crosshair and you came up with a safeword and today, for once, as he emphasized, you were supposed to be in control and in charge of your intimacies, including his.

The look with which he looks at you penetratingly was challenging at first. As you undressed in front of him, his pupils dilated and hunger mingled with the challenge in his expression. As you sit down in front of him, wide-legged in a large armchair, his eyes fall on the velvety bloom of your pussy, between your thighs, and he licks his lips. He's tied to his chair, though, and can't move.

Crosshair swallows, he frowns as you take a vibrator and stimulate your clit, right in front of him. For a little while, not too long, he is quiet. You can clearly see the bulge in his pants.

Finally, he complains, "Come on, at least let me participate in some way".

You smile cheekily and say, "I do, watching is also a way of participating".

Crosshair grits his teeth.

"Kitten, you are on thin ice, you know I will get back at you".

You bite your lower lip, of course you know that, and he knows you are aware of it. He slides restlessly back and forth on his chair, only a few millimeters because his shackles don't allow anymore.

He snorts, and reluctantly says, almost begging, "At least free my cock, it's really uncomfortable like this".

But you let him squirm for quite a while, stroking yourself, close to his nose, swinging your naked body and touching yourself. His gaze grows more pleading, more hungry. When Crosshair looks like he might burst at any moment, you finally relent.

You unzip his pants, pull down his underpants, and his hard cock plops out, hard, gently curved, veiny and gorgeous. It's just a gossamer touch of your fingers, but the next moment he tears open his eyes in alarm, and you feel his hot seed spurt onto your bare breasts, down your neck and onto your chin.

His expression is hard to interpret, there is a certain anger, shame and perhaps confusion in it. Crosshair isn't one of those who is quick or early to cum, you both know that. But something about the whole situation has taken him here and now prematurely, perhaps he liked the shackles a lot better than he wanted to admit.

"You better untie me, Kitten, right now!"

You blink, but comply with his request directly. No sooner is he freed from his bonds than his hand darts forward and grabs your chin in a demanding manner, ignoring the fact that he's just reaching into his own cum.

"I hope you're prepared, Missy," he growls.

His face comes closer, and much more gently, close to your ear he says, "You remember the safeword?"

"Yes, I remember," you say, a little breathlessly.

"Good."

The next moment, he pushes you not so gently onto the bed and begins to undress.

"Time for some punishment" he says with a smirk.

You're in for a long, hot night.

Rex

Clad only in panties, you sit on his lap. You haven't seen each other for weeks, a month and a half to be exact, an agonizingly long eternity. When Rex unexpectedly comes to your apartment, a week earlier than expected, you immediately pounce on him. You rip off his armor and push him onto the sofa.

Rex doesn't complain, not at all, at first he's surprised, but he's at least as starved as you are. His strong hands knead your buns while you shamelessly rub against the bulge in his Blacks pants.

Between wild kisses he says breathlessly, "Darling, this could be over pretty quickly if you don't stop rubbing yourself against me like that…. come on, let me spoil you a little before we do something else".

You don't want to stop though, clinging to him, you just want to feel him, right now you don't want anything else, you don't care if he cums before you can do more, you've already scheduled several rounds in your head anyway.

Rex moans softly, and his hands are still gripped hard in your buns.

"My love… wait…"

Your heart is hammering in your chest, just like his. You finally pull yourself together and hold still, leaning back a tiny bit to look into his face. Sweat is on his brow, he looks breathless, and he smiles wryly at you.

"That was close," he says, scratching the back of his head with a nervous little laugh.

"I just wanted to feel you"

Rex smirks.

"I want to feel you too, beautiful."

You reach down, wanting to pull down his pants, Rex is surprised, trying to stop you but he reacts too late. He is so starved and oversensitive, the small movement, your hand and the fabric brushing along his hard length as you pull down his pants are too much.

The next moment you feel his hot seed, splattering onto your wrist and lap, and Rex wincing beneath you.

"Fuck…" he curses softly, startled.

You smirk at him.

"It's okay, we still have the whole night ahead of us."

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[bunji-enthusiast]

I Am Flesh and I Am Bone (Like Glitter & Gold)

Summary || You and Estarossa live together, but in the last few days from within the comfort of your own home, the demon has figured out he is more human than he think he is. A/N: once in a blue moon, I'm motivated enough to write something decent out of my own brain. Yes this is domestic, sue me.

His bed head was both feasible and, quite frankly, hilarious to you. The demon let out a low groan as he sat at the table, eyes flickering with darkness. 

He lets out another groan, yet this one seemed to resemble a pleased one. 

"You gonna keep staring, my love?"

You let out a short laugh, lips almost puffing out. Leading your own way to the wooden and round table, you pat his head full of silver hair once you reach him, feeling the warmth radiating from his being. Hearing a content hum rumble from his throat. Then your hand cradled his jawline, the patch of stubble that added so dearly to his charm. You wished you could keep staring, for forever. 

Or to put it more adequately; for eternity. You weren't sure of the potential lifespan that demons had, royal or not.

"You just looked a little more handsome," You commented with an almost snide grin. "-Is all." You added with a short nod. His eyebrows quirked, both amused and curious. 

"Is that so?" He replied, leaning forward, his height yet towering yours. Lips almost close enough to kiss. 

"Maybe I should mess up my hair a little more often." Estarossa postulates, his lips tugged into that familiar smile, even in battle or out of it - he always was amused with the rarity of things. 

Especially now, that is what it was. 

"Maybe." Your head lifted in a stout energy outburst, meeting his lips with your own. Captured in a kiss, yet not long, the two of you pulled back. You watched as Estarossa sat back down, rolling his right shoulder, the clavicle and scapula beneath his tanned skin and stretched, unwelcome as you watched his face cross with pain. 

Your features contort in slight worry, "That wound of yours isn't getting any better... is it?"

He lets out a hum, lifting his head, Estarossa doesn't really like keeping things from you. The man's facial features seemed to soften, impossibly. Albeit he knows well enough not to lie about it either, so he simply nods in a manner, 'no'

You sigh, scrambling over over to a row of cabins, and opening a door that holds the supply of bandages and the like. 

Normally, Estarossa was capable of healing all his wounds and injuries, but one of his latest and unintentional bouts, keyword; unintentional — Had left him with a wound that was hard to heal, and had to deal with it at the pace of the average human healing process. 

His eyes watched your movements, seeing you take out a fresh wrap of bandages. He sighs wistfully, knowing what came next. 

You nod your head, gesturing for him to take off his sweater, which was so perfectly rolled up at his elbows. The muscles straining against the band of the rolled up sleeves, you were gonna miss that for a time. 

Estarossa could do nothing else but comply with your order, taking off his sweater. He folded it up, setting it down on the wooden round table. His tired eyes flit carefully to yours as you come straight to him, each step on pilot. 

His skin was perfectly adorned, the sun adored his body, letting it grow into the utmost importance. Yet it was right there, sitting at the top of his sternum and crawling right back into the blade of his collarbone, then ended back at the end of his shoulder blade. The blood had dried up for the most part, but it was still raw enough that if touched, it would elicit quite a pained shock. 

You sighed a quiet breath of relief, that he had listened to you and not disobeyed your, at the time -- meek orders when you had first seen the wound at the time. 

"Goddamn." You murmured, tentatively breaking the silence. Unwrapping the fresh bandages, you began getting to work. 

The sun rose sky high, yet the mist rose true to shrouding you both from any unwanted eyes, it was at your request that you had preferred not to be found. So he complied, summoning one of the best spells he knew to keep the two of you hidden. 

Estarossa let out a chuckle in response, "That bad darling?" You shook your head, almost stammering, then pursed your lips as you fell into thought. You needed to focus, first and foremost so that you wouldn't mess up your work. 

His brow raised, almost amused at your stammering. A characteristic which was rare in the few, but unique enough to understand it was you alone, that had made it so adorable to Estarossa. 

You ushered him to raise his right arm, to which he complied once more without argument. Then, you wrapped around the bandages, the amount of space that his large wound had taken up on his arm, then you pushed it back down somewhat. You tapped his neck once, "Is it okay?-"

"No need to ask," He uttered, the demon's eyes flitted to yours for a brief moment, then back straight ahead into the space before him as he closed his eyes. 

So you took the invitation, carefully going around his neck, taking the wrapping off of a decency that he still had room to breathe. Then wrap it around a few times before you have finally cut off the wrapping. Giving it a once over, you patted his shoulder - "It's not the best, but it should hold up for, uh, now." You gave utterance too, watching as he lifted up his head, a large hand raised and rested, resting his head against the posted stand of his hand. 

"You're too sweet for me." He drawled, opening his eyes with a small grin, you scoffed with a shake of your head at his comment. Now taking your own seat, and crossing your arms.

"In any case, it seems to be healing up okay enough." You affirmed with a coarse but firm expression, raising your hand as you spoke. 

Estarossa lets out a low laugh, "Yeah, it ought to."

Truth be told, he wanted to get hurt a thousand more times like this if it meant that he would get this side from you. To be closer with you, and it was such a wonderful feeling, something he hadn't often felt in his long life. 

He blinked for a few moments, to think of a subject, but then it finally came to mind as the light-bulb had brightened. 

"Any new personal projects?" He asked, his voice seemed to carry a baritone of tiredness, but equal in curiosity about you specifically. You shrugged your shoulders, trying to truly craft a half-way decent answer to his question. Which in truth, had nearly short-circuited your brain, as you had been staying up so far late into the night in the last few days. 

You rested your head against your hand, then sat back straight up, "Well not really, but, I did start a new book." His brows lifted, a more gentle expression of curiosity, a way to encourage you to continue talking about the subject.

So you delved further, "It's basically a lot about our world, Britannia." 

The summary of the book of which you had spoken about, mostly consisted of conspiring and wars, to take down an evil tyrant king. But you had more so delved into the characterization of each of the characters themselves, which he had come to recognize as you being extremely analytical and nitpick any piece of information that you had been given. 

With each word spilling about your mouth, he simply was content, even in the past if he had been so used to garnering allies for stupendous results and nefarious purposes; Estarossa always had a habit of taking his time, and watching things play out. It seemed he didn't really completely suppress that habit, because you seemed to be so happy about spilling things of your new object of interest. He couldn't find it in himself to interrupt, though, he only interrupted if he asked a question about one piece of information or the other. 

Otherwise it was quite interesting, and rather nice to hear you talk. Against the reality of such a dark world, truly a bright spot he could find conceivable in the dark was you alone. Estarossa wondered how long he could live this life with you in peace. 

Even way back to his youth he had yearned for something more beyond just being a war killing machine, with each passing moment however, he had only one derelict goal. That was to prove himself to Meliodas, the former leader of the once existing Ten Commandments. He was once quite the crybaby as many would often call him, barely able to even kill a little bug. 

But sure enough, he didn't find the need to kill. Well, within time he had been stopped and proven that he didn't even need to kill, unless deemed necessary to do so. 

It was odd really, he wasn't as monstrous or dangerous as he made himself out to be. Deemed to be a strange man, that he knew, but he never really was a true demon.

He was just merely a figment of one whole identity, someone who should've never existed in the first place. Especially his own name, that wasn't real either. But here he was now, defying the fates of existence against all odds. Estarossa was still here, with you, and there was nowhere else he wanted to be. In which case, was the very best thing, because everything about you: was an absolute treasure he'll forever cherish for the rest of his eternal existence. Depending on how long he is meant to live for the matter. 

Estarossa was a man garnered from flesh and bone, stealing one body and walking amongst the valley of kings. Shadow of men who stake their lives on dreams, and once had pondered his life. For what he was, but it was there, a fire glimmering in the depths of what was once his cold-misted soul, a forest snowed on and covered, strayed in the dark.

It was an internal state of pondering, his mind had always strayed to that valley of golden fields, seated deeply in the isles of the Celestial Realms. 

Then he met you, one day out in the sticks of the old lands of Britannia. Way over 3,000 years ago, which admittedly was quite a long time in retrospect when he thought about it. However, it seemed you took him by the horns and threw around his life for the better. Even if he wasn't completely there at the time due to... other matters, he deeply appreciates the notion. 

"Rossa?" 

He blinked for a few moments, then let a small smile take his lips. "Sorry doll; I was lost in thought."

A look of contempt crosses your face, almost in disbelief, but up-endedly, you sighed. You couldn't really stay angry at Estarossa for long, "If we didn't know each other as long as we did, I would've punched you for not listening."

He feigns a look of hurt, pressing a tanned hand against his chest. "I am offended, who would want to hurt this handsome ol' face?" Estarossa said, but then a small brief expression of hilarity cracks against his feigned-hurt demeanor. 

You shook your head at his antics, a small smile spreading on your face. Estarossa notices this, mumbling a quick reassurance of success of getting you to crack once again. 

"Hm," You mumble, resting your head on the wooden surface of the round table. He tilts his head in stout curiosity, opting to rest his hand over yours, which had been strewn and laid out against the length of the table. 

Your eyes shot to his when you had felt the warmth pressing into the cold centers of your nerves, sensing the worry that he had for you. Which you had duly appreciated, "I'm fine, Estarossa."

"Have you been getting any sleep?" He shot back, leaning forward almost to gain eye level with you. The demon, once fearless and quite the killer, was showing concern for you, of all people. 

Sure, you've known him since way back. But this was different, like he had adapted a completely new personality, but not so completely different. As if he had been changing, there was a process of change, and you were so busy with; integration, the sleepless nights, and among other things — that you didn't notice it at all. 

There wasn't a crack of impatience on his face either, "I-"

But you caved, you were sure, that he would see through your weak facade of awakeness. So you just simply gave him a weak nod, "No, not really."

That settled things then, Estarossa tentatively removed your hand from his own, and stood up, the chair groaning as it had been freed from the weight (it still stood so mighty and strong, how surprising). Your weary eyes lifted as you watched him take only a mere two steps toward you, hooking his hands right onto your waist. 

"Mind standin' up for me darl?" He asked, you wondered why, but you couldn't find it in yourself to protest. So you went along with it, standing up as you found your back hitting his chest.

Then with a grunt, he heaved you into a bridal carry, and yet again your head hit against the threshold of his chest. He was startlingly warm for someone who seemed to appear cold at times; in battle or outside of it.

"Where are you taking me?" You asked, though you most likely knew the answer to the already insipid question. He shoots you a small smile, something akin to that of a cat.

as if it were his way of saying, 'You'll know.'

Estarossa didn't stop walking until he reached all the way to your bedroom, the comforting odd air smacking your nose as he opened the door. Then walked right on over to your bed, plopping you down right on it which elicited a pavlovian response from you; laughing as he had done so.

The mattress was soft, and rather comforting. Like a hug, to cherish and shield you from the world.

Then Estarossa takes his place on the top of you, like a straight log. You let out a breathless giggle as he kissed your face all over, but once he stopped, he just flopped down again.

"Try to fall asleep doll," He mumbled, "Otherwise you'll never escape me." He announced in a small voice, an even smaller grin on his face.

You shook your head at his antics, same as usual, but...

Truly, Estarossa was showing concern for you.

He would always hear you.

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hey would u be into writing logan huntzberger? i desperately want to see 40 year old x 29 year old pregnant rory (or reader) and him getting all possessive and territorial and glaring at anyone who comes near them

yo yo YOOOOOO HELL YES I WOULD

no bc as SOON as Logan meets you he knows that you're literally perfect. you are THE one he absolutely has to end up with. if he doesn't cuff you immediately he's going to lose his goddamn shit. he does, bc of course he does, and he knows that he will barely be able to hold back. your relationship moves so fast and between that and the age gap if it were anyone else it would be a huge red flag. but it's not anyone else, it's Logan. he overheard you on the phone with one of your friends talking about how bad your baby fever is, and how you wish you could talk to Logan about it but you don't want to make it weird since you haven't technically been together super long. but you don't need to. as soon as you're off the phone he throws your birth control in the trash and tells you he doesn't want you taking it anymore. you try to protest but he sits you on the edge of the bathroom counter and kisses you in that way he does that turns your brain to tingly mush.

"What if what?" more kissing. "'f you get pregnant?"

he mumbles it against your lips in that intimate way of his before he starts kissing you more and more and your head is already spinning as you feel his cock getting all chubby and hard faster than ever.

"That's kind of the point, ace..."

my god if you thought he spoiled you before????? holy shit just wait until you're pregnant. this man will move mountains for you. he will move heaven and earth in ways you never thought possible to make sure your and your baby's every conceivable need are always met. he will ensure that y9ou are more stress free than ever. he will ensure that your pregnancy is as wonderful and magical as a unicorn leading a parade of rainbows and puppies. And he is SO MOTHERFUCKING PROUD and SO MOTHERFUCKING PROTECTIVE! He can’t keep his hands off your fuckin belly. He looks at you with such overwhelming fondness and the sweetest smiles. One of his love languages is touch and he will be so so so affectionate with you. He literally LOVES shopping for maternity clothes with you, loves getting you cute little dresses and supportive belly bands, he seriously cannot keep his hands off you. You are GLOWING and everyone can see it. If anyone so much as looks at you for too long, Logan clocks it in an instant. He loves showing off your wedding rings, the huge ass diamond practically as big as your head. He loves how clingy you are with him, how much you rely on him. He loves seeing other guys stomachs drop when he catches them sizing you up. Logan has a huge ass powerful aura, people know he’s not someone you wanna fuck with, and he sleeps so well at night cuddled up next to you, KNOWING that he can and will and does protect you and your baby. Your little family. He knows his 20something year old self would be shocked, and he can’t believe it’s all real. That he has you, that you’re having his baby. That he gets to be a better dad than his, and he gets to do it with you.

[amethystina]

Hello !!! I hope u r well and recovering 💘

Fir the ask game: 🤡❌️👀

Unfortunately, things are still pretty rough but I'm hanging in there :)

🤡 What’s a line, scene, or exchange you’ve written that made you laugh?

I'm not sure if there is such a line, to be honest. Mainly because most of the things I write aren't all that funny, but also because it takes a lot for me to laugh when it's my own writing. Because I already know the punchline before the joke's even started, so it's just not that exciting. If that makes sense?

That said, Yoon Sa Wol from Black Knight is an absolute hoot to write and there is one exchange in particular that definitely makes me want to cackle whenever I think about it. It's when he's talking to 4-1 (a coworker of his) and they accidentally stumble onto the subject of whether or not Sa Wol could have sex with 5-8 (the dude he is definitely interested in having sex with) and the following happens:

All things considered, it didn't seem like a bad idea at all. 4-1 didn't seem to agree. She gave him a flat look, as if the answer should be obvious. "He'd eat you for breakfast." Sa Wol paused for a beat but, really, the only thing he could think to say was: "I mean, wouldn't that be the whole point?" 4-1 let out a choked noise that sounded outright painful.

SA WOL, NO.

But also, kudos on being so goddamn shameless.

❌ What’s a trope you will never write?

I'm not sure if there is one? Because, sure, I'm not personally into mpreg or A/B/O but I can't say I'll never write them. Like, if someone gave me enough money to write those tropes, I probably would. We get money where we can in this economy xD

I think the closest I come to a complete "I refuse to write this" are the things I find triggering or just don't agree with on a moral level. So I'd have a hard time glorifying abuse, for example, or write something that involves incest or non-con between a romantic couple. The kind where transgressions are eventually forgiven or brushed aside because "they actually love them and it was just a mistake" and that kind of stuff.

There's a reason why I'm so determined to call out Yo Han's bullshit in my Devil Judge fics, for example, and why Moon Jo is such a lovesick simp in my Strangers From Hell fic. I find them to be incredibly fascinating as characters, but I admit I would never be able to write them doing something along those lines. They both skirt the line from time to time — which is sort of the point in some ways — but I try to criticise the behaviour rather than excuse or glorify it.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

I kind of mentioned all of them when I did the WIP Tag Game not too long ago, so you can see what they are and read about them if you look at this tag right here!

But aside from that, I can say that I'm currently trying to edit and post chapter six of A New Dawn (Begins With Us), and, after that, I'm going to try and edit chapter 3 of The Right Set of Circumstances, and, after that, I... well, I don't know x'D I'll either try to edit Thou Shalt Not Covet or maybe I'll allow myself to write chapter 42 of Who Holds the Devil.

I'm kind of holding that chapter hostage right now since I HATE editing and would much rather write — it's just so much more fun. But if I only wrote and didn't edit, I would never post anything, so I kind of have to force myself to edit from time to time, too.

And it's extra annoying right now since I'm so feverish and that just makes editing ten times worse for some reason?

So yeah. I have a lot going on right now in terms of WIPs and it's kind of beginning to feel like a second job, not going to lie x'D

Thank you so much for the ask! :D

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I WAS LOOKING FOR A JEREMY BPD/ANGER ISSUES POST I THOUGJT I HAD SEEN THIS MORNING PLEASE WRITE YOUR HEADCANNONS AGAIN I BEG OF YOU GIVE JEREMY KNOX THE LOVE HE DESERVES

Okay so this is long overdue, but might as well. I guess this is an observation of fandom Jeremy as much as the canon one, so don't come at me.

I dunno read Jeremy as having BPD bcs... bcs honestly have you ever met anyone who has Sunshine shining from their ass? Me neither. Though I have met ppl with severe personality issues who had a coping mechanism like that, of course they weren't young and talented sportsmen looked up to by many ppl and rooted for by many, so they had enough free space and privacy to go absolutely fucked up at other ppl when they were having bad brain hours.

Yes im including myself here.

The name of the game is If I Give Them No Reason to Leave Me They Won't.

Or If I Give Them No Things To Hate Me For They Won't Hurt me.

But spice it up with black and white thinking, paranoia and unhelathy behaviours jumping off the standard spectrum of bottling things out into like, going on a 4 hour run to cool off bcs you are undeserving bcs you are a bad captain bcs you're annoyed at the freshmen bcs they dont care about your shared goals enough and is thay really a them issue? Or is it actually a You issue? Are you blaming others for your own failures again? Look at yourself, you're fucking pathetic, and egoistic at that, you demand things from others but how do you show you care for what others need huh? You think you're a good captain? Keep telling yourself that, before you know it they will all turn against you. Because you're a failure, bcs you cant even make them care? Maybe you're just not a good enough player , or maybe they can see straight through you, see what you are udnerneath the happy exterior. Yo have just not good enough, not trying hard enough, and you want them to look up to.. to That???

Or maybe it is a them issue bcs fuck that, fuck the smiling, fuck the caring, you don't actually care, if they don't care, why would you? 🤔 you don't owe anyone anything you are so done with everyone and everything cant they LEAVE YOU THE FUCK ALONE, HAVENT YOU DONE ENOUGH TO HAVE AT LEAST ONE SMALL THING GO RIGHT ONCE? YOU ARE SO FUCKKNG ANGRY so you have to do something you feel like smashing something, you could, your body is literally a machine, you could show them what you actually think about their Opinions, how pathetic and annoying they are and actually fuck that you have to leave you cant stand being in the same room as them for one second longer.

But the sunshine Jeremy 🌞 exterior slips on so even though you want to crash the doors closed you smile and wave and say something stupid and cheery you even have a fucking spring in your step.

Bcs you're a fucking liar a fucking impostor you can't help it at this point you are a clay figurine that's hollowed out inside.

You are so tired it's like there's a lump of cloth absolutely soaked weighting on your lungs

You actually feel like crying while you wave at alvarez from the stretch of the corridor, making goddamn plans to meet up for group studying maths later in the evening while your lungs constrict holding down a sob.

You hate them all for the next 3 hours.

And then on hour four while you're circling the campus heading back from your walk/jog/run/staring into the distance/jog again you tap into the very comfortable very familiar hating of yourself.

This is a light version of course but I bet Jeremy is that person that dissapears sometimes like at parties ect bcs they are doing some absolutely stupid shit like having sex with a complete stranger or getting drunk but they know enough about the emptiness and self hatred they will feel ten minutes after they succumb to thay behaviour that they learned to do it when the judgment of the ppl who know them won't touch this piece of him. Bcs it feels like a separate piece.

Like he is parcelled into different breeds of fucked up inside and they are all set on a loop in a music playing machine from a highway diner. One song ends another starts you can choose which one if you throw in a dime.

And also we gotta add in the sensory issues, he sees things, he hears them, sometimes he does a dodge while there's nothing coming bcs he thought it was. Some weeks it feels almost he lives from one training to the next bcs he doesn't remember a minute from what's in between. Good thing he taught himself this sunny persona bcs its an autopilot mode that gets him having to answer the least amount of questions when he doesn't fucking remember what happened from 8 am till late afternoon that day.

[jacksprostate]

yo dude i was really curious and i just read yr primal fear fic, just wanted to say that your writing is genuinely so impressive.. not a lot of people could take a prompt like this and actually give it so much substance, your stuff shows such a deep level of understanding of the media ur working with +intuitiveness.. like characterizing shit well from 90s movies is crazy hard and u like immediately got how to write an in-character martin vail so if u can do that u can do any thing im like blown away 🙈 cant wait to see what u do in the future with yr original stuff, youre a beast with the pen ✍️✍️

sobbing for real dude.... this is so kind... "shows such a deep understanding of the media youre working with" truly there is few better compliments 😭 the 'from 90s movies' part is hard as hell sometimes yeah... I feel like I understand the psyche pretty well but there's so much just general milieu that's easy to just... not even realize is relevant. Of course it helps that most of my readers are also not particularly familiar with the 90s lmao but. Idk I try to keep that post-fall of the soviet union pre-9/11 immense nihilism in mind. Fortunately I have some friends who have a pretty strong lock on the vibe for one reason or another who help too— I assume they'd tell me if it was a 'he would not fucking say that' situation haha. It's funny wrt Martin Vail because I do think I did him pretty passably.. I don't always mesh into characters well per se; like for Tyler, I think I understand him pretty well but it's still tricky to figure out how to actually word what he says — I'm tempted to outsource to @a-forsteri who has a goddamn LOCK on it... we should collab, bestie... but regardless yeah Vail was an interesting one for sure. You only get so much characterization of him in the movie, really. Thanks for reading and I'm really glad you enjoyed it, comments like this are what keep me going fr :')

[laracrofted]

(since I’m feeling greedy) how about “show me how much you missed me” for Rhett 😍

i saw the new lewis content and exactly one (1) rhett picture yesterday, and suddenly, i was inspired to write some filth. enjoy! 🤠

warnings: minors dni, mentions of alcohol, language, explicit sexual content (basically rhett gets blown in the storage room at the handsome gambler... so semi-public oral sex), not proofread. rhett x fem!reader (bartender).

You are working a double at the Handsome Gambler again, an excruciating eleven hours, filled with spilled drinks and scattered peanut shells and rambling drunks who've got nothing better to do than get in a fight in your goddamn bar.

Luckily, Carl is working security tonight and can throw them out at the drop of a hat. You just have to give him the look, and all 200-something pounds of muscle are strolling over and grabbing some drunk out-of-towner by the collar of his brand new Carhartt.

Everything gets a whole lot better when Rhett strolls in around midnight, looking rugged and handsome as hell in an old worn (read: not fresh off the rack like California License Plate's) pair of Levi's and a Stetson.

He's been gone all of yesterday and today, away at an out-of-town rodeo just across the state line in Gardiner.

You wanted to go so damn bad and lose your voice cheering him on from the stands, but the Handsome Gambler needed two bartenders to operate on a weekend night. No one wanted to cover your shift.

You were disappointed, of course, but couldn't blame them. Who wants to work a double on a Saturday?

He braces his elbows on the bar and leans in, enough for you to smell mint and tobacco on his breath, and looks at you with those ocean blue eyes, half-lidded from exhaustion and something else entirely.

"Hi darlin'," Rhett murmurs, rough and pleasant, all smoke and leather. "Can I get a whiskey and a beer?"

An idea develops in your brain – your sleep deprived and cowboy deprived brain, who doesn't care much about your job now that Rhett's here. You cast a sidelong glance down to the end of the bar to make sure Wendy has it covered. She seems fine.

"Sure, but I keep the good stuff in the back, cowboy." His eyes flare at the nickname, black pupils blowing out the blue, flickering down to watch your mouth move around the word. "Wanna come help me get it?"

His lips twitch.

Less than a minute later finds you on your knees in the back room with Rhett's cock in your mouth.

You'd pushed him back against the locked door, hard enough to rattle the good liquor bottles that're kept on the metal shelving unit nearest the door, reaching for his belt buckle and peppering kisses on any inch of available skin within reach.

His strong neck. His collarbone, visible through the smallest gap in the plaid shirt. His jaw, covered in afternoon stubble. His neck.

You'd breathed, "Missed you, cowboy," between kisses, to which Rhett had rasped, "Oh yeah, darlin'? Why don'tcha show much how much you missed me?"

You were on your knees in a heartbeat. You might've actually bruised them.

His fingers are strong and insistent in your hair, guiding you on him, encouraging you to move faster. Take him deeper. He brushes the back of your throat, salty and warm.

You swallow instinctively. A strangled whimper punches out of Rhett's chest.

He lets out a long string of curses. "Shit, darlin'. Love your damn mouth. You're so good to me."

You pull back, running your tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock, licking and sucking at the tip of him, growing wetter with every harsh breath that shudders from him.

You're soaked already, just from the sounds of him, the weight of him in your mouth.

You look up at him, lashes sticking together from the moisture welling in your eyes, and damn, Rhett really is beautiful, eyes closed in desperate pleasure. He is still wearing the damn Stetson, which somehow gets you even hotter.

Idle fingers sneak under the hem of your denim skirt, and Rhett catches the movement.

"God, are you – Touch yourself for me," Rhett instructs, breathing hard, "but don't come. I want you to come on my cock later. Don't come, darlin'."

You desperately moan, vibrating around his cock, and with a half-gasped warning, Rhett comes down your throat. You wipe at your mouth with a crumpled napkin in your pocket, rise to your feet again as Rhett recovers.

He is red in the face, flushed and breathing like a marathon runner. He catches a glimpse of your damp fingers, slick from your own wetness.

Rhett lifts your hand to his mouth and sucks the wetness from your fingers, groaning.

"When do you get off, darlin'?"

"2:30 AM."

"Can you make it until then?" Rhett smirks, knowing, reaching under your skirt and running his index finger along the damp seam of your panties. "Christ, girl."

You think Rhett might be half hard already, straining against his now buttoned jeans.

You smirk back, despite the uncomfortable stickiness between your thighs that'll distract you for the rest of the damn shift. "A better question might be, Can you make it until then?"

His gaze is dark and wanting, but Rhett grins. "Meet me at the motel. I'll get us a room."

[buttercup-art]

this isn’t a real meme i literally just made it instead of writing a full meta on how levi talks + how that might translate into english.  feel free to steal it if you want this is just my way of feigning activity.

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( given proper religious context ) :  christ on a bike.   christ on a cracker.   damn.   goddamn.   godsdamn.   hell.   holy shit.   jesus.   jesus christ.   jesus h. christ.   jesus, mary and joseph.   sweet jesus.

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do people have a hard time understanding or hearing your character ?   almost always  /  frequently / sometimes  /  rarely  /  never (depends on whether not that person also knows French whenever she uses it)

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tagging: Anyone who wants to!

Stolen from: @hyperionhugo

[tassodelmiele]

Noisy little mess

Hi sweetie⁓

I've made it! That's the last part, we've finally got some old good nsfw stuff and I'm so proud I've managed to finish this little work of mine.

So happy, I'm already doing something else.

Life's so messy these days, why don't just make it messier?

CoDdammit.

Thank you all, whoever has enjoyed this time together with the Task Force! Eat chocolate and have a nice whatever you're doing⁓

DISCLAIMERS: FINALLY SOME NSFW (i've promised you); not so much dom/sub (Ghosty didn't want it); Gaz's about to throw himself (or a random someone) out of a window; Price is done being the psychologist (he doesn't show, but he's always here watching you); Soap's so excited about everything (i love him); you've a master degree on how-to-deal-with- embarrassment at this poin.

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Eighth part here:

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Next day, he has to change his shirt twice, since the bandages seem not enough to stop the bloodstream from the open wound on his hip; and youare running around the base with a long sleeved shirt with a turtleneck, trying so suspiciously hard to go unnoticed, that everyone decides to to notice you.

With "everyone" I refer to Soap and Gaz.

They try to avoid your sight (since Price had almost threatened them not to stick their nose again between whatever is happening to you and Ghost), but…they're not that great at it. And, as usual, everything ends up in the oddest sort of symposium in front of your lunch, with the audience (those two old spinster men) waiting for Cicero (you) to spit out a persuasive oration.

You're not gonna tell every detail. 

You definitely don't tell them how everything had started in Ghost's office, with the brand-new door used as a pinning wall, with you pressed on the wooden surface and every will to endure drifted away from your synapsis.

You're not telling this. 

But dear lord, if your body trembles at the memory of his hands pushing your hips still on the door, raising toward your body to trace every curve and muscle, from the belly to the throat. Your neck skin still bursts with the tattoo of his digits, your tights harden while recalling his hand splitting them open and pushing against your crotch, while you try to give him instructions to go slower.

He's not a good listener, though.

And when Gaz is too shocked to ask what in the actual fuck you're telling them (Soap asks at his place), you can just bury your head in your shoulder, face burning red and cuticles digged by your nails, while you start with a ridiculous:

«It wasn't my fault» 

…

«Liar»

«Listen-»

«As false…» fingers pushed harder through the clothes, making you whimper «…as Judas» he ends, burning hot hair in your ear.

You do remember the pose: it's not the first time he pins you on this door, it's not the first time he dominates your tiny figure with every inch of his body, one hand clenched on your throat and the other between your trembling legs.

«You started» you mutter, eyes squeezed in an attempt to not focus on your throbbing clit «at the gym. It was you who-»

And his hand rises to your mouth, gloved palm pressed as gently as possible on your swollen lips.

«You're not taking this seriously enough, doll»

Hand moves to grab you by the cheeks, squeezing your whole face. He lowers on you like a starving eagle on a mouse, and now you can hear clear how scattered his breath is as he harshly whispers behind that goddamn balaclava:

«Shut that pretty mouth of yours, or 'm gonna find a better use of it. 'K?»

You just nod, watery eyes staring at him as you're melting in his hands. 

He mutters: «Good girl»

And you almost faint from the arousal.

«Wanna show me how well yar master trained ya?»

He suddenly releases your crotch from his pressure, grabs your hand, and pushes it on your needy cunt. He crouches down in front of you, eyes on your pretty flustered face and certainly a satisfied smile on his covered face.

«Touch yourself for me»

Heartbeats race in a run to your lower belly while your hand just moves by itself, following the order so religiously you even get rid of the belt and open the pants zipper before digging into your panties and submerging your fingers in a goddamn, slippery lake.

You groan a moany whisper; your legs start to tremble instantly and Ghost just grabs you by the tights, pulling your whole body toward him and almost lays his face on your hand-on-mission.

His breath gets through the balaclava, coming out so hot that it almost burns the cloth.

«Yeah doll, show me how ya do it, how ya want it done»

Your fingers slip on your clit so fast, too fast, and you start to breathe with moans. Legs tighten under his grip, you end up needing to cling to his shoulder, grabbing his muscle with the free hand and squeezing it, trying not to fall. You're so close it hurts; your body knots every nerve in a sudden shiver, tightening limbs and lungs, your back is arched and you're almost on your tiptoes from how tense you are. 

But it's not the right position. You know you can't finish standing, it's not stable enough for you to come, and that frightening thought is what makes you pathetically whimper:

«Please sir I-I need…need to-I can't do it if…please make me-»

«You're fully grown, babe» is his answer, blown on your throbbing cunt, brushed on your wet panties. «Know ya can do it»

Your head shakes like hell, and you're tempted to stop, since the tension is growing unbearable in your nerves.

Your voice squeaks so needy: «please…!»

And Ghost, who absolutely knows you're gonna start crying anytime soon, decides it's the right time to help you: and you suddenly feel two gloved fingers move aside your panties and soak deep through your juices, stirring, pushing and pulling in the clenched hole that's tightening so painfully.

His lips touch your hand above the underwear, putting a small kiss on it through the black fabric on his face. 

«Keep on, doll»

His fingers stuff you deeper, rubbing the spot that's so easy to find since your cunt is goddamn tight.

«Come for me»

That's an order, so gently whispered you think you've just dreamed it; but you follow it anyway, eyes so watery they're almost dripping tears of arousal as you rub your clit that's pulsing painfully. Ghost pushes his digits on your walls, moving them inside while muttering things you're not catching. At one point you think you've blabbered something about slowing the pace", but maybe you're hallucinating since he forcefully pulls his fingers out, making your whole body throb, just to get them inside again in a repeated motion that makes you feel empty and full at the same time, as if he's trying to blow you up like a goddamn balloon.

Then your moans get uncontrollable: you cling more onto him, bending your torso and arching it back again as he stops his fingers' movements and digs them in again, focusing on your little button inside.

You squirm a fucking loud moan, letting out everything you've got on his hand crushed inside your tightened walls. Your legs tremble like hell, while lungs try to start working again, making your chest pump big breaths. 

You really think you're gonna faint this time, when you feel his hand grabbing your hips, lifting you up and pinning you against the wall one more time. 

Ghost guides your legs to clench around his body, and as soon as he literally bites your neck you realize he's somehow lifted his mask, and you're not even watching the first glimpse of his face he's showing since ever.

And he pushes. He pushes against you, letting his crotch collide between your legs, letting you feel the grown bulge inside his livery while you whine and cry moans, a little too overstimulated.

You finally manage to collect enough air to mutter: «slow down- fuck-I can't…do again-»

He digs his teeth in your neck harder, till he hears you squirm. Then he almost throws you on the floor, adjusts himself over you, succeeds somehow in lowering trousers and underwear on both of you, and lets himself inside all at once.

Your cunt throbs, tightening again all of a sudden, and the skin around your poor entrance just screams pain all around as he starts to move aggressively fast, caging you on the floor with your legs split and sore.

You try to cling to him, grasping his biceps, but he grabs your wrists like they're made of tissue paper and pins them with one hand, pulling them over your head.

You lift your sight, for whatever reason.

And you see him looking at you with hazel eyes dirtied in black body paint, curved in the most vulnerable and scary expression you've ever seen at once, while his lips are shown under the mask lifted to his nose, thin and slightly open, scratched in tiny scars that you just wanna count and redraw in a map.

He's not making a single sound, and what makes you aware he's about to come is the tightened grip on your wrists and the deeper movements, that end in a soft, blown, hot breath buried on your cheek as his face slowly clings to your neck's hollow, and he releases your hands.

Your palms run at his cheeks without thinking. But he suddenly slips out of your touch, raising his body away from you.

Too fast, though.

And in the hoarseness of running away from your fingers, he forgets that he's still inside of you.

And he ends up coming out fast and at the worst angle possible, tearing away your still-twitching inside and his dick at once.

…

Soap's almost squeezing the whole bottle of water.

«How-»

«Soap no-» Gaz tries to stop him.

But it's too late, and the man just asks with the most confused look ever: «How the hell does Ghost's wounds-»

«I punched him» you rush out. 

«Oh….'cause of the-»

«The pain, yes, he did hurt me»

«Sooo…ye hadn't liked it?»

Gaz's about to cry from the embarrassment, face buried in his hands and chair that's slightly slithering away from you two. 

But it seems like embarrassment is something that doesn't bother you that much anymore. You shake your shoulders, sighing: «Of fucking course I've liked it»

«Then what's the bloody problem?»

«Well, maybe he could have been more…gentle?»

«The day on which I'll see a gentle Ghost, I'll know universe is fucked up so bad»

«Ok ok, but, look -and I'm being, like, totally honest»

Soap mutters: «Aha», a monosyllabic answer to make you go on, while Gaz digs his mouth into the last spoonful of his lunch, mumbling: «Bloody Jesus» through the chew.

You gift 'em ten seconds of silence, just for suspense's purposes, before blowing:

«I've thought my first time would be kinda different»

Gaz almost chokes on the food.

Soap slammed the empty, already crushed water bottle on the table.

«W H A T»

«…What?»

«Ye'r tellin' me he's the first-»

«Well, yeah…?» you frown. «Why the fuck are you so surprised?»

«Dunno laddie» and Johnny's totally sarcastic at this point. «Knowing ye played so much 'round it, we thought-»

«Around what? What-what kinda mental alembics are you implying?»

«Can we» Gaz raises his voice a little «not talking 'bout it in a bloody crowded room?»

Soap shuts him: «At this point I need to know»

You suddenly feel under inquisition.

«Your brain is pretty fried, Soap»

«You've never had sex before?»

The question is so unexpected and awaited at the same time that you just can't choke an honest: «Yes», blushed and munched. 

Soap's eyes are melting outside orbits.

«But the goddamn submissive thing-»

«You weren't supposed to know 'bout it» you burst out, blowing your cheeks and crossing your arms, even if you do know well Price knew everything, and, for some kinda osmosis properties also the rest of the Task Force did from the start.

Johnny's hand waves at you, scattering your complaints in the air.

«How in the bloody hell you've never fuck with your…master, dom, your…whatever»

«It wasn't a matter of fuck!»

«Don't tell me ye sipped tea with him, 'm not buying it»

«It was something different- it doesn't matter, goddammit Johnny». You suddenly stand, red in the face while Soap seems to be thrilled by your speech, and you know well he's capable of making you spit every bit of what you're trying not to tell about your past kink life.

«If you're interested» you mutter «you could just find a Milf with some big tiddies who spoils you»

«Hope ya don't expect me to spoil you»

You jump, with a: «F U C K» shouted out so loud.

Ghost's leaning on you. His judgmental eyes are piercing your blushed cheeks from the skull mask. 

One of his big hands ends on your head, patting your hair while you're trying to collect some sensible muttering.

«Meeting's in five minutes»

His hand lowers slowly, fingers clench gently on the back of your neck, giving you a bursting, totally visible shiver that makes Gaz turn his sight and Soap smile like an idiot, while Ghost's having so much fun doing his duty of making you flustered.

His mouth reaches your ear, whispering almost inaudibly: 

«That's for the wound. It hurts, ya know? So, next time, let's try to be nicer and avoid dick moves. 'K doll?»

You're thinking about yelling out how much of the fault belongs to him, and that if he didn't have that fear of you looking at his face, the wound wouldn't reopen and your inside wouldn't still be hurting.

You could do it, you could shout it out.

But you don't.

You just nod, automatically, brushing your clothed neck on his glove, eyes lowered and tights tensed.

He smiles. 'Cause you know he's doing it.

«Seems like I've tamed you at the end, noisy little mess⁓»

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[your-divine-ribs]

Red Part 13

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His lips are warm and moist, pliant as they press firmly against yours. Intoxicating like a hit of the most addictive drug and infinitely more destructive. You can feel your resolve crumbling, your knees weak as his whole body pushes yours against the lift wall. But still you resist.

"Kiss me back," he breathes as he pulls back slightly, his forehead still pressed against yours. "Please Y/N. Just one kiss... that's all I ask."

He makes it sound so simple. A kiss. Just one kiss. Like you can indulge yourself for a brief moment and then part ways, go on living both your lives like it doesn't mean anything. Like you don't want more and more of him with each encounter, the need for him now so strong it's all-consuming, your mind fogging over as your self control ebbs away with each of your thudded heartbeats.

"Van... we can't..."

You dimly wonder when it all changed. The exact moment when your need for Van became so much more than just a few stolen sleazy encounters. You've tried so hard to write these feelings off as simple lust, a burning desire to taste the salt on his skin and hear his panted breaths in your ear and to feel the warm heavy weight of his body pressing down on yours, but you know that there's so much more.

You can feel it now, a yearning beneath the heat, an ache that will never be fulfilled with just these snatched moments. But you can't think of that now. You need to be strong.

He pulls one of your hands that he's still holding upwards towards his chest, pressing it flat against his rain-soaked shirt and holding it there.

"Can you feel it, huh? Can you feel my heart? It's fucking breaking for you and I can't stand it any longer. It's been hell not seeing you these past few weeks. I've missed you so goddamn much that it actually hurts."

He stops and closes his eyes for a brief moment, his long lashes dusting his cheeks. When he opens them again you're sure the yearning in them mirrors your own. "It's you Y/N... only you. It's always been you, even way back when we first met."

What the fuck is he talking about? Besides that stupid drunken kiss one time at a party you'd always been friends and nothing more... before you became sworn enemies. You're sure this dangerous mutual obsession is the product of both of your twisted minds craving something you know you shouldn't have.

"But... but you don't really want me... not really," you stutter. "There's been so many girls over the years I've lost count. It's easy come, easy go with you. You only think you want me because you can't have me. It's like some kind of challenge to you. Come on... admit it. If I wasn't with Larry we wouldn't be here now... doing this."

"Bullshit," he protests. "You think I actually wanted any of those other girls? They were just a distraction. No one compares to you." He releases your hands, raises his up to cup your face, tilting it up to his. "You were with Larry so you were out of bounds. I knew I had to accept it, much as it killed me, so that's what I did. I thought it'd get easier, and it did for a while..." He pauses, swallows deeply. "That's when I noticed you looking at me different. Fuck... I couldn't believe it at first... wouldn't believe it. I tried so hard to ignore it, believe me, but it's like there's some kind of connection between us... pulling me in. I can't explain it but I know you can feel it too."

You can't fully comprehend what you're hearing, you just know that you wished he wasn't saying it. Somehow he's making this fucked up situation that you're in seem acceptable, like you're justified in fooling around behind Larry's back because there's some higher power at work. But it's not, it's still wrong. You can't face breaking Larry's heart. You'd rather break your own.

"It doesn't matter how I feel..." you begin but Van cuts you off, his fingers brushing over your cheeks tenderly.

"Of course it does!" He exclaims. "Just listen to yourself. What you gonna do? Carry on living a lie, trying to tell yourself that you don't feel anything when you're around me? Because I know you do, I can see it in your eyes. You want me Y/N. No one else makes you feel the way that I do. Not even Larry."

"You don't know that!"

Your reply is no more than a sobbed whisper with no conviction. Van's hips are still pinning yours against the back wall, making it hard to form rational thoughts. It's so exhausting holding back, lying to yourself over and over. Every word that's coming out of his mouth is the truth and you hate it. The air around you both is heavy with the weight of your need.

"So go on then... tell me..." His voice is soft and smooth, gentle but seductive. He leans in and presses a featherlight kiss to your lips and pulls back. "Does he make you feel like I do?" Another kiss, on your cheek this time. "Can he make you feel as good as I do?" His hand moves to curl around the back of your head, giving him access to your neck. You extend it willingly, a shiver passing through you as his lips brush the sensitive skin there. "Be honest with me now." And then he catches the lobe of your ear in his teeth, lightly grazing it before he breathes his next line directly into your ear.

"Can he do what I do for you?"

You let out a long, shaky exhale, and with it the last ebb of your self-control disintegrates. It doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong. It doesn't matter about broken hearts and lies and deceit. All of that melts away in a heartbeat. The only thing that matters is the here and now. His lips on your neck, the hand that's wound tightly through your hair, pulling you close, the other that's dropped down to glide over your hips. Everywhere your bodies are connected sparks electricity. He presses himself against you like he means to melt into you, like he wants nothing more than to be inside of you. And that's exactly where you want him to be. It's where he belongs, you're sure of that now.

"Kiss me Van, just fucking kiss me."

"Oh Y/N," he sighs, and then his lips are on yours again, feverous this time. They press against yours in desperation like he's discovered the elixir of life itself. Teeth clash, tongues entwine, lips mash against lips with bruising passion. He slides a thigh in between your parted legs and you let out an unexpected moan at the friction on your heat which he hungrily swallows down.

One hand's still pressed firmly against his chest where you can feel his heart thumping wildly whilst your other finds his hips, fingers twisting through his belt loop, pulling him closer. You tip your head back as his lips stray to your neck, kissing and nipping gently at first but then sucking harshly at a spot that makes you squirm.

"You'd better not leave bruises," you warn, even though a dark part of you relishes the thought of him shamelessly branding you in that way.

"Maybe I will," he teases, his teeth grazing your pulse point. "Mark you up so that everyone can see that you're my girl really."

With your head thrown back an image of the two of you entwined reflects back at you from the mirrored ceiling and you watch, entranced as he drags the hem of your damp t-shirt upwards in one swift movement, exposing your breasts.

"You're so perfect," he mutters, scattering hot kisses all over the column of your neck and down your collar bone.

A shuddered breath escapes you when his lips travel down to close around a nipple, your back arching off the wall when he starts to gently flick his tongue back and forth over the bud. It feels so good you think you could come undone right there and then. You grind yourself on his thigh, desperate to sate the ache building between your legs.

"Fuck Van," you moan as he roughly tugs up your skirt around your hips and slides a hand down between the apex of your thighs, a finger slipping under the lace of your thong.

Everything's happening so quickly you barely have time to catch a breath let alone consider the implications of what you're doing. Right and wrong are suddenly concepts with no meaning. Everything just feels so natural, like it's meant to be, and so goddamn good that you don't ever want him to stop. You reach down to tug at your panties, inching them down your hips and Van takes over, impatient, practically tearing them from your body in haste. They get discarded carelessly on the floor.

"Wanna fuck you so bad," he hisses, his eyes blazing with raw need. He rocks his hips hard against yours, sandwiching your body between his and the cool metal. "Wanna fuck you until your legs are shaking."

"I want that too," you gasp. "I want you inside of me... now."

His tongue laves hungrily over your nipple whilst he slides a fingertip over your slick folds, your breath catching as he pinches at your clit. You swear you can feel him smirk against your skin at your demands as you writhe under his touch. You don't think anyone has ever evoked such a feral need in you before.

"Please Van..."

Your hands fly straight to his belt buckle, fumbling with trembling fingers but he knocks them swiftly away.

"Not yet... want you to come for me first..."

He traces a finger along your slit before easing it inside you, swiftly following it with another, thrusting deep, twisting his hand so that he can press his thumb to your aching clit. You're so wet you can hear the lewd sounds of your slickness as he starts to fuck into you with his fingers, slow at first, a maddening pace that builds and builds like a throbbing heartbeat.

"That feel good?" He murmurs, his voice deep and dripping with arousal.

"Yeah," you breathe, feeling yourself clenching uncontrollably around his fingers. "Oh god yeah."

He raises his head to watch you then, loving seeing your face contort, drinking in your whimpers as you cling to him.

You're caught there, pressed up against the wall whilst pleasure streaks through you. He pulls his fingers back to spread your wetness over your clit before plunging them back inside you, making you mewl, repeating the motions until you can barely take it.

"Oh," you moan breathily. "Oh shit... oh fuck."

"That's it baby, don't hold back. I wanna hear you."

He does it over and over again, every pump of his fingers bringing you closer to the edge, every calculated flick of your swollen clit. Moan after moan slips from your lips, each one more urgent than the last until it all melts into one, your legs starting to tremble. You're absolutely soaked, your arousal dripping down your thighs, your eyes rolling back in your head as he coaxes your imminent high.

"Come on Y/N... let go for me..."

You're going to come. Any moment now. You can feel the promise of that euphoric pleasure like a tight white knot of pulsing heat in your core. As he feels your body tensing he hones in on your clit, hyper-focussed on your sweet spot, moving in tight circles.

And then you let it overtake you, a primal moan tearing from your throat as your body bucks and you spectacularly fall apart, grinding against his hand. Van doesn't let up, wringing every ounce of pleasure from your climax until your whole body's shaking from the sensitivity. You feel like you've died and gone to heaven.

But still it's not enough. You want more.

You're in a daze as he finally pulls back, not even in control of your own actions as your hands dart straight for his belt again, deftly unfastening it and hurriedly tearing at the buttons of his jeans. This time he lets you, taking over once they're unfastened to push his jeans and boxers down his hips in one swift motion. He's as hard as rock as you wrap your fingers around his length and the groan he lets out when you swipe your thumb over the head of his cock is positively sinful.

You give him a few tugs, sliding your hand up and down his length, the warm, hard throb of him in your palm so deliciously gratifying. You're both panting hard, the noises of your desperation bouncing off the walls, amplified in the small space.

He quickly stoops, hooking your legs in the crook of his arms, sliding your body easily upwards against the smooth wall as he straightens up to his full height.

"That's better," he smirks. "Wanna look you right in the eye this time when I make you come again."

Smug bastard, you think... but you love it.

You're on a level now as he holds you against the wall, his fingers curled tightly around your thighs. His cock slides tantalisingly against your wet centre as he grinds against you, tempting you, a look of pure satisfaction on his face that he has you right where he wants you.

"Just fuck me Van... please," you whine, no longer caring about consequences.

"Well... seeing as you asked me so nicely..." he grins salaciously, pushing his hips forward so just the tip of his cock ruts against your entrance, teasing you.

You fist at his damp shirt, trying to press your body closer but you can barely move. He has all the control in this position as he pins you against the wall. All you can do is cling to him and wrap your legs tightly around his hips, squeezing your thighs around him.

He presses his forehead to yours, both of your heads bent down to watch as he pushes his hips forward slowly and purposefully, filling you up inch by inch, the burn of the stretch aching in the most divine way.

"Fuck…” His voice is low and guttural, choked with need. He doesn't pull back straight away, just rests there inside you, buried up to the hilt so you're fused as one. "You don't know many nights I've dreamt about this very moment. You feel so right. Better than I ever could've imagined."

"I don't want this to end," you blurt, and your words take you by surprise, the admission hitting you all at once in a wave of certainty that shakes the very foundations of all that you've been fighting against. "I don't ever wanna stop."

"We don't have to," he replies, and before you can even react his lips are crashing into yours again, forcing your head back against the wall as he pulls his hips back and bucks into you hard, the blissful sensation making you cry out into his mouth.

Nothing matters now except the two of you, the driving force of his hips as he impales you with his thick cock, filling you up so perfectly, the fervour of his kiss, the desperate moans that fall from both of you as he fucks into you with animalistic passion.

You breathe his name, your head falling back as he trails wet kisses along your jaw, your fingers clawing at his shirt, trying to find some sort of purchase to ground yourself. Not that you ever want to come down from this high. Your pelvis is angled just right so that each thrust rubs a blissful friction on your clit as your bodies collide.

"I can't get enough of you," he growls into your ear.

Everything's so intense in the confined space, amplified somehow, the wet smacking sounds of his lips and your ragged whimpered breaths. Images of him thrusting into you are everywhere that you look, the obscene sounds of skin slapping on skin as his hips pound harshly against yours, driving your back against the wall with a punishing pressure. It's a sensory overload in the best possible way.

You hadn't thought it was possible for your body to react again so quickly but the feel of him hot and rigid inside you, filling you up so good is almost too much to bear. You can feel the pressure building with each rut of his hips, your bodies sliding slickly against each other.

"You feel so good... so good," he gasps, and his words peter off into a cacophony of groans so raw and urgent that you can feel yourself start to unravel, clutching at him as he spills into you, his darkened eyes fixed on yours as you both surrender to each other.

His fingers tighten their grip on your thighs as he surges into you one final time, your name falling from his lips like a prayer as you shudder in unison through your highs. His head quickly falls to rest in the crook of your neck as you feel the tension in his muscles finally dissipate, but he doesn't release you. He holds you tighter than ever, his body flush against yours, still connected in the most intimate way as both of your hearts thud wildly against each other's heaving chests.

The tiny lift carriage was sweltering before but it's practically unbearable now from your shared body heat and your passionate exertions. You feel dangerously faint, but neither of you can bear to part, lest it break the spell. There's a voice in the back of your mind chanting over and over how right it feels but you're terrified that as soon as he lets you go then the cold, hard weight of reality will come crashing down on you both.

It's inevitable... and you don't have a choice.

You clutch at the collar of his shirt with one hand, the other smoothing down his hair before you let your fingers stroke soothing touches down his spine. "Van... you're going to have to let me go."

"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N," he whispers into the skin of your neck, softly with an edge of hopeless desperation that wrenches at your heart. "I don't ever wanna let you go. I don't think I can do this any more. I can't carry on living like this... seeing you with him. I need you. I fucking need you. I'm falling Y/N... I'm falling so bad."

He lifts his head to look you right in the eye and you don't think you've ever seen him look so serious and determined. "I... I...." he starts, then he screws his eyes shut, biting his lip. Your stomach drops. His eyes flick open and he takes a deep breath. "I think I'm in…”

"NO!" You blurt with force, a panicked fear striking you suddenly in anticipation of what he might say. "No... don't say it. Don't you dare say it."

"But I..."

"I said no Van," you command him, your throat feeling thick. Your head's a jumbled mess of feelings and there's a surge of emotion building in your chest like a tsunami ready to break and wreak havoc and you can't deal with his heartfelt declarations now. Not when you're now sure you feel the same way and especially not when you're currently stuck between the twelfth and thirteenth floor of a hotel where your boyfriend's awaiting your arrival. Your loyal, loving boyfriend who has no idea that you've just been fucked to within an inch of your life by his traitorous best friend.

"Put me down... please... we need to work out how we're gonna get out of here. We can't talk about this now."

"So when can we talk?"

He reluctantly loosens his grip on you as he gently lowers you back down to your feet. You immediately falter, your legs shaky and weak, but he catches you, steadying you with strong hands around your waist.

"I don't know... I really don't know, I just think..." you begin, but your words are cut off as the lift suddenly jolts and the lights flicker as it shakily rumbles to life.

"Shit!" Van exclaims. "We're moving!"

You let out a sound that's somewhere between a whimper and a cry, panic clutching you in an ice cold vice as you lurch forward to grab at your panties from the floor, your feet getting tangled in the lace as you clumsily try to step into them. Van curses out loud as he hurriedly pulls his jeans up and tries to fasten them.

"The door's gonna open. Stop it! Can you stop it?" You cry out, your heart slamming against your rib cage, your blood running cold.

"I can't fucking stop it now!" He yawps, fumbling uselessly with the buttons on his fly.

You're still haphazardly trying to adjust clothing as a loud 'ding' blatantly announces your arrival at your destination and your eyes dart to each other's helplessly before flicking towards the door which immediately starts to slide open to your abject horror whilst you're still pulling your panties up your hips. Van's jeans are unfastened with his belt hanging loosely from his jeans, but he's too late now, you're out of time. He darts in front of you, hands outstretched in a weak attempt to hide you as the door fully opens to reveal a figure standing there.

In reality it all happens in a flash, but for you it feels like it's playing in slow motion. A series of incriminating freeze frame shots from a movie that documents the exact moment that's going to change all of your lives forever.

"Sophie..." Van mumbles as he stands there frozen in shock. "We were... we were just..."

He trails off as you peer meekly from behind him, smoothing your short skirt down your thighs which are wet and sticky with the evidence of your crimes.

Sophie just stands there, her eyes as wide as saucers and her mouth hanging agape, disbelieving shock rendering her speechless as her gaze falls on Van's disheveled appearance and his unfastened fly, then your scarlet cheeks and your crumpled clothes as you finally step around him to take your place at his side. It doesn't take a genius to work out what you've been up to. The air in the elevator is thick with the heady scent of sex and the cloying aura of guilt and shame is overwhelming.

Your sordid secret's finally out... and there's nothing that you can do about it.

[karahalloway]

Sleepless in New York: Sparks Fly Comic

I commissed this comic a few months ago -- from Chapter 2 of Sleepless in New York, capturing the moment that Drake lays eyes on Harper for the first time -- hoping that I'd have Sleepless in New York finished, and I could post this artwork to celebrate. Unfortunately, my summer ended up being quite busy and I've done basically no writing since the end of June 😢

So, I've decided that instead of sitting on this amazing work by @blueberryarts18 for an indeterminate amount of time, I'll just post it now so you can enjoy it while you wait for the next chapter of Sleepless (it started it a while ago and it's about half done, but no ETA on getting it finished atm, unfortunately...)

Thanks for bearing with me!

Extract of accompanying scene below the cut.

Extract from Chapter 2: Sparks Fly

Sliding into the booth, I drop my blazer next to me on the cracked and faded red faux-leather before pulling the laminated menu out of the metal holder that held the condiments and toothpicks.

Giving it a quick once-over, I home in on the burger options. There are three choices: Regular, Cheese or Deluxe. While the Deluxe – with its two patties, double cheese, and onion rings – did look promising, I wasn't feeling the bacon right now and I'd already psyched myself up for a plain ol' cheeseburger.

Maybe next time... If I ever found myself in this part of town again.

I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. Pulling it out, I see that it's a text from Bast, asking for an update. The guy really never slept...

I'm halfway through typing up a reply when I feel a presence next to me.

Flicking my eyes up, I'm expecting it to be the Slav again. But what I see instead makes me do an involuntary double take.

...holy shit!

The first thing I notice is her hair. It cascades down her shoulders in lose, honey and caramel waves, framing her delicate neck and heart-shaped face, stopping just above the swell of her breasts. Even in the dim light of the bar, it seemed to shine... like a nimbus of gold around her.

But what draw me in are her eyes. They are wide-set and almond-shaped, sitting beneath curved brows. In the low light, I can't tell what colour they are exactly... some kind of green or hazel. They meet mine with all the focused intensity of a laser sight, and I swear she sees right through me.

I have no clue how long I sit there, staring at her like an idiot.

Eye-catching girls were a dime a dozen in my world. Moving in the circles that I did with Chris, it was pretty much impossible to walk into any kind of room that wasn't filled to the brim with beautiful, well-dressed and self-assured women.

So, it wasn't so much the fact that she was stunning that had caught me off guard.

But it sure as hell added to the overall effect! Because... damn.

I've always had a thing for cherry bomb blondes. And this one...? Straight up eight. Maybe even a nine. The unflattering waitress uniform she had on didn't reveal much in the way of her body, so it was a bit of a hard call to make. But there was no question about it — she was hotter than the Fourth of July and way too goddamn fine to be working at a dive like this.

But beyond all that... There was a carefree genuineness to her that grabbed me instantly. It was the way her hip cocked slightly to the side as she rested her weight on one foot. The way the corner of her lips quirked up in a small, almost playful half-smile. The way her left brow arched inquisitively upwards. There were no masks or feigned emotions with this one – everything she thought, everything she felt, it was out there on full display. And she couldn't care less who saw it, much less what they thought of it.

In short? She was unlike anything I'd ever seen before, and I couldn't take my eyes off her.

After what seems like a lifetime – which I damn well hope is merely a second or two, for the sake of my sanity — I see her smile falter slightly as she breaks the time stop by reaching up to brush her hair behind an ear.

"You...umm...ready to order?"

Fuck.

Even her voice was doing a number on me. It was warm and slightly husky, but still rang clear as a bell. She had some kind of Yankee accent — which region or state, though, I had no clue. The only times I really came Stateside was to go down to the ranch, so I couldn't differentiate between the various American accents as easily as I could the European ones. But it wasn't offensive by any means. If anything, it only added to her down-to-earth allure.

"Erm, yeah." I clear my throat. "Sure."

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