#not that she fucking apreciate or notice it

[set-wingedwarrior]

So, here's my plan:

I am going write down everything I'm doing around the house for the next few months, making sure that I do everyhing PERFECTLY, following EVERY SINGLE RULE my roomate made up, and even signing all the dates where I am not in the house (like when I am in my hometown, or even when it's a full day in university if I go out early morning and come back late evening) just to make sure that the times I got nothing done I got a valid reason (I fucking wasn't there).

I am going to do all of this, writing everything down as backup because my memory is shit, and the next time my roomate acts like a bitch and complains about whatever the drama of the day is I am going ballistic. I will have my backup and I will be ready to defend myself with concrete proof because I AM DONE.

And if she's still acting all cold and resentful, all because last time I dared to defend myself and talk back, then she's the problem. And I will tell her to her fucking face: if you're not able to see a genuine attempt at making things right and the good will to want make up for past mistakes (even if she fucking exagerated them, but I will cut this part out for the sake of peace), and everything is always bad and wrong, then you are the problem.

It's not my fault if you're never happy, and it's not my job to make you feel better.

[madwomansapologist]

Please share your headcanon about gale's kinks!!!!

gale's kinks/turn ons

Navigation | More Wizard of Waterdeep | AO3

synopsis: A deep dive into what the smart wizard man think it's hot. Yes, the brain rot is that serious.

warnings: i'm sick so if this isn't good i will blame the pills. testing a new format. this is about sex, don't interact if you're a minor. remember: if you kink shame me i will get horny just to spite you.

PRAISE KINK

That's a man willing to write poetry about your body, mind and soul. His tongue has only two purposes on life, and both of them involve making you see stars. If his mouth isn't in use, he will be praising you.

And when Gale feels so good he can't even speak, isn't that a praise on itself?

But that we all know. His reaction to receiving praise is what makes me want to bite my fingers off.

Gale Dekarios knows his value as a wizard, but not as a man. His ambition isn't a consequence of his desire to pursue more, but to be more. To deserve love, he must prove his worth. As we all know, it often doesn't end in a good way.

I don't think Mystra ever wasted her precious time to assure Gale of the contrary. And when she did, it wasn't about Gale Dekarious: it was about Gale of Waterdeep, her chosen. How his control of the weave was impressive, how he could conjure any sort of images, how his illusions could fool everyone.

So when he receives praise for any other part of his life that isn't his academic pursues, a part of his brain burns. Be as intricate as his poetry or as lascive as one can be, Gale can feel his knees getting weak. Weaker.

FOOD PLAY

Not only Gale loves to cook and bake, but he loves the whole idea of being responsible for making someone stronger and healthier. Hunger is a hurtful thing, that he knows, and he don't want anyone else to deal with it.

It comes hand to hand with his praise kink. When you eat something good, you don't need to use words: your whole body shows it. He would apreciate the compliments, nonetheless.

To spoon feed you would be such a turn on. It's so intimate, such a show of trust and care, nothing but human. The way your mouth opened for the spoon, how your tongue licked it clean. Can you blame him?

After helping you eat, it would be his turn to end his hunger. You don't mind being his plate, do you? Gale promises to lick you clean. You always taste so sweet for him, what's a bit of honey to add to that?

OLFACTOPHILIA

Your scent can turn him into a fucking mess. There is something so human about it. So natural and real about it. Is just you.

After a fight, when you are covered in sweat and blood, he can't help himself. To be around you can make him drool. You fresh from your shower, smelling just as you and not as any perfume. When you spend the day laying around and is too lazy to get clean.

The amount of times his cheeks burned red because he breathed in when you walked past and a companion noticed can't be numbered.

Gale prefers to undress you rather you doing it yourself. That means he will be able to breath deep against your undies before getting them off of you.

Wanna get him as hard as a rock in mere seconds? Give him a underwear you used for a long time. Just threw it at his face and go on with your day. He will be quick to follow.

Gale loves how he can still smell you on his upper lip after going down on you. If you squirt, he will cum on his trousers. I don't make the rules.

FACE-SITTING/FACE FUCKING

Again: his mouth has only two uses. Is almost therapeutic for him. Just get on top of him, use his mouth however you want. The place in between your legs seen perfect for him to die on.

Gale Dekarios is a service top looking for a pillow princess/prince. I VOLUNTEER!

FINGERS IN MOUTH

You know that feeling of not knowing what to do next? Where to put your hands, what to do with your mouth? Since he prefers to be the one doing things, this can be a problem. A problem that can be easily solved by your pretty fingers.

It can hit even harder if he's in the process of casting something and you stop him by just putting your fingers into his mouth. Gale won't even know hot to react. Actually, he might suck them.

Ok, he might have a oral obsession. What are you, Freud?

BONDAGE

Hand to hand with that sort of anxiety about what he must do next. Make sure Gale stays put in place and use him. Remember guys, your service tops also deserve to be fucked around a bit.

Magic restrains or ropes, and make sure to do some beautiful knots. He could break free from them, but Gale won't desobey. Not after you spend so long getting him ready for you.

shadowheart turn ons/kinks

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[sinsandsweetness]

rickyl + manhandling u after a party when ure a little drunk and giggly and you’re extra obedient for them ><

TOUCH ME, I’M TIPSY

(18+ content, Rickyl x fem!reader)

No cause they would secretly love it when you got that way. All buzzed and giggly in the backseat of the truck as they drove you home. Teasing Rick with your toes as you sprawled out in the backseat for the short drive back to your place. Him trying so hard not to smile as you sang along to the CD that Daryl hated. That extra shot of tequila back at the party had you feeling a little dizzy, stumbling slightly on the way in the front door, giggling extra hard when Daryl told you to keep quiet. Not wanting to wake up the kids. And while you may have been in a great mood, having the time of your life on the makeshift dance floor, they wouldn’t forget the way you’d been teasing them all night. Wearing that itty bitty skirt and those knee high socks. The outfit alone driving them crazy, but your attitude wasn’t helping either. Trying your hardest to get one of them to dance, even though neither would budge. Partly because they had to hide their raging hard ons behind the kitchen counter. And somewhat, because they knew you’d be even worse with your ass pressed against the front of their jeans. When you noticed the sheer discomfort, tight jaws and controlled breaths, you leaned in all close and proceeded to whisper the dirtiest thoughts you could come up with. Absolutely loving the way their hands would tighten around the bottle of beer or glass of whiskey they were sipping on. You were practically begging them to bend you over right there at the party. To take you up to the guest room and have their way with you. And when they’d finally had enough of your little act, they made up some lame excuse as to why they had to leave. Why you had to leave. “We got a supply run in the morning. Bright and early.” Rick would tell Rosita while she pouted at your departure. You trying your best to wave goodbye, and blow her a kiss as the two men placed a firm hand each, on your lower back, guiding you down the front steps. Knowing that the second they got you alone in their bedroom, it was over for you. No more sweet and innocent giggles. Just big doe eyes and eager nodding. Repetitive whimpers of “Uhuh uhuh” and the occasional, “Yes sir”. Simply agreeing with whatever they’d said. You couldn’t really tell. Too drunk off their attention, and well, maybe some of the liquor. Doing every little thing they ordered. “Spread your legs”, “Be quiet”, “Quit squirming, sweetheart”. Bossing you around and fucking you right into submission within the hour. And when you fell asleep right between them, left in only your knee high socks and knotted hair, they’d laugh about how cute it was. The way you thought for even a moment, that you could ever have the upper hand on them. That you could get away with being such a little tease.

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✩(I won’t lie, writing in paragraph chunks like this kind of hurts my eyes. I have such a tiny attention span that they usually scare me to read. In saying that… I rlly liked this anyway and felt it fit <3 But please let me know what you think! Feedback and comments are so apreciated)

[urfavlarry]

Hiiiii, I see that u are gonna make SBG fanfics, so I was wondering if you can make

a Logan fields x black reader oneshot where Logan confesses his love for me after bring injured from a phantom?

I JUST LOVE HIM SM 🥺❤️

THANK U AND MAKE SURE U EAT AND DRINK LOVE 🫶🏽!!

Logan Fields x POC!reader

warnings: mentions of bl00d, swearing, bad grammar

genre: should be fluff

A/N: i’m so sorry if I made something “insensitive” I don’t know if i wrote the reader well but I tried my best and feedback is greatly apreciated<3

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Midnight. An hour you learned to hate at the start of the semester ever since you went to Savannah with your “friends” that you had to make a project with. You and Logan were friends before everything happend. You were the one that helped him and confronted his bullies and he helped you through some real shit when people sent you threats or called you names just because of your skin color. You could say you developed a small crush on the blonde boy. Maybe it was his looks, or his very likable personality and admirable dedication. You don’t know, you just really liked him.

Back to the present time, you and the group decided to get the jeep finally with Logan staying behind, backing you up if anything bad happened. The tune of “Party Walkers” being heard to distract the phantoms. “Couldn’t you guys have picked a better song? I dunno something with a bit more action?” You say and climb down the rope, sprinting towards the house, flashlight in hand. “I think thats the least of our problems right now.” Taylor says, Tyler nodding along with her as they fought off a phantom. “Right sorry.” You run to the car and go to hop in when realization hit you; “Ashlyn it’s fucking locked!?” You say and look at the the rest of the group who were arguing. You look towards Logan who looked confused so you take out your walkie talkie; “The cars locked, we’ll have to go find it. Be careful okay?” “I should be the one telling you that.” You chuckle and give him a thumbs up, putting away the walkie talkie and walk inside with the twins, Aiden and Ashlyn falling behind.

You and the twins look around the room, when Taylor suddenly speaks up; “Soo, whats up with you and Logan?” She says, shuffling in some random drawers. You freeze in place and look towards her; “What do you mean?” You say and open one of the cabinets, finding the key. “Got’cha”

Taylor shrugs and opens her mouth to speak when you hear a loud ‘bang’ from outside. Everyone tenses up and you share worried glances but decide to stay in the room just in case. A few minutes later you see a pretty beaten up Aiden and Ashlyn, breathing heavily. The twins question their appearance and the gunshot but you interrupt them; “Guys let’s go I don’t want those black fucks finding us.” You say backing up to the door, not noticing the hundreds of phantoms that were lurking in the house. “Y/N behind you!” Ashlyn yells and you turn around quickly, a phantom jumping on you, claws digging into your flesh. “Shit!” You kick the phantom trying to get it off of you when Ashlyn suddenly pointed her flashlight at the phantom, turning into some black goo with eyes. “Ew Ashlyn what the fuck you should’ve let me die now I got this black shit on me.” You say and try to stand up but you hiss in pain, clutching your side. “Y/N are you okay?” Tyler says, holding you up. “Yep fine, just have a chunk of flesh missing but yep everything okay!” You say sarcastically and glare at the boy. “Nah of course the black kid gets fucking slashed i’ve seen horror movies.” You say as Tyler hoists you up onto his back. You look out the door, hundreds of phantoms watching your every move. You tremble slightly, pointing your flashlight on them as Ashlyn tells you the plan on how to get out.

You guys form a circle and slowly walk out of the house. You hand the keys to Ashlyn and you guys quickly get into the car. Just when you thought you were safe phantoms start banging on the door, breaking the windows. Everyone screams in sync as Ashlyn swerves the car and drives as fast as she can. “Logan open the gate!” Ashlyn yells into the walkie talkie and furrows her brows, focusing on the ‘road’.

You clutch your side, your clothes and hands soaked in crimson blood. Taylor was trying her best to stop the bleeding as much as she could, putting pressure on your wound; “Ashlyn go faster Y/N is literally going to bleed out!” Tyler yells, earning a glare from you and Taylor. “I’m fine damnit.” You say and take a deep breath. The second Ashlyn goes past the gates they shut, everyone rushing out of the car. They rest you on the ground, the red sky seeming to go blurry in your perspective. You hear a distant voice, the voice you oh so adored; “Y/N? Y/N! Stay with us!” Logan shouts, placing your head in his lap; “It’s going to be okay we’re here with you.” He clutches your hand, rubbing soothing circles on the back of it. You smile, your vision going black.

6:58am. You jolt awake, suddenly in your room. “Fucking hell..” You rub your eyes, your side feeling numb and sore. Your phone starts to vibrate like crazy, getting at least 20 messages a second from the others, but one especially stuck out to you. “Y/N??” “Y/N??” “I’m coming over.” It read and you smile, getting ready for school. Your hair was currently in some braids your mama made a few days ago. You smile at the thought, moments like these between your mom being rare since she was always really busy. You change into a new pair of clothes and go downstairs to make breakfast. A few minutes later you hear a knock on the front door. You run over and open the door but you get tackled in a bone crushing hug. “Y/N I’m so sorry I couldn’t do anything you help I really am, I couldn’t bear the thought of loosing you, I love you so so much you’re the most important person in my life, I just—” You cut him off with a quick peck on the cheek, leaving the blabbering boy to look at you with his usual cute puppy eyes. “It’s okay Logan really, you couldn’t have done anything it’s not your fault alright?”

Logan looks at you confused; “You have feelings for me? You’re not weirded out that I like you?” You chuckle and fix his glasses and ruffle up his hair. “Of course not why would I be? What’s there to not love about you?” Logan smiles softly at this and cups your cheek before speaking again; “Can I uh—” “Yes you can.” He turns a bit red and pulls you into a gentle kiss, not realizing the group had seen the interaction between you two.

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[ariel-seagull-wings]

When the new neighbor tests their firework a few days early, she wants to protest. But they are kinda cute.

This is Egon and Janine coded xD

@bixiebeet @inevitablemoment @spengnitzed @janeb984 @janegon-forever @amalthea9

Fiiizz... KABOOM!

"Now who is the FUCKING PYROMANIAC?!"

Janine was just trying to enjoy her day off comunity college reading her copy of I Capture The Castle, when her attention was taken away by the sound of fireworks in the neighboring area:

SWOOSH!

"I will show them I'm from Brooklyn!"

Janine verbalized as a challenge, as she went to the room of the apartment she shared with five other friends to get her baseball bat.

When she went outside the apartment, there on the street were three man, looking between their late 20s and early 30s and wearing head phones: one was medium height and chubby, with straight black hair and a innocent face, the other was of similar height with straight brown hair and a sardonic face, and the third who was tall, lanky, with curly black hair and large round glasses, showing a more serious facial expression.

He was setting up another small piece of firework (that usually produced a bigger impact and noise than the small size made people think) with his brown haired friend, and counted to give the sign for his chubbier black haired friend to activate the mecanism:

"1, 2, 3... NOW!"

The button was pressed, and SWOOSH, KABOOM!

A firework light took the shape of a hearth in the sky...

When she saw the third man, Janine, who came out raising her baseball bat, slowly putted it down... and smiled!

Why was she angry again?

"Sorry, miss: are we bothering?"

A friendly voice took Janine back from her daydreaming: It was the chubby black haired man wanting to apologize in the name of his friends.

"I was just apreciating the early spetacle..."

"It's just a test, really: we are preparing the New Year's Fireworks for our University's Celebration!"

"Oh! So... wouldn't you all like to take a break and drink some coffee or hot chocolate?"

"Mam... we never refuse food from strangers!"

Was the turn for the sardonic man of brown hair to reply.

"I will just make sure to put the equipment in the car."

The tall and curly haired man told his companions.

"I will help!"

Janine exclaimed, running and without noticing her voice was louder and her baseball bat was left behind.

She joined the group in taking the equipment to safety inside a

[deadlifeseries]

When I can't think I think of you

T'is I with yet another prowlbulk fanfic this time focusing on the aftermath of Prowl getting possessed by fucking barnacles.

Some good ol' fashioned hurt/comfort, also they're supposed to already be conjunxed in this.

Winner of the poll, i got impatient so i posted early enjoy!

story under the cut as always

He. Was. Drained

When Prime said that there's an energy signature in the middle of the woods, Prowl was secretly exited to get away from the city for a while. Even if he had to go with Sari and Bumblebee. The trip had of course gone south with the whole space barnacles incident, although he didn't really remember it. Well, most of it.

Both him and Bumblebee had pretended that nothing was wrong on the way back to make sure Sari didn't worry, but after she went to bed Ratchet practically dragged them both off to the medbay to get checked. Besides a few minor dents and scrapes, the worst that happened to them was fatigue. Since Prowl was infected first, and for the longest he got the worst of it, and was promptly sent off to rest.

He staggered away, straight to Bulkhead's room. He was sitting at his desk, working on some new project, he was so engulfed with his work that he only noticed that Prowl was there when he slumped down against him.

"Hey... heard the trip ended pretty bad, you ok?", Bulkhead turned away from the desk and picked Prowl up into his lap. "I'm just tired, Ratchet said my circuits weren't damaged so I'll be fine" he sank against Bulkhead's chestplate and listened to his spark's gentle pulsing. But there was something he didn't say, and the feeling of dread he felt thinking of it was strong enough for Bulkhead to feel as well. He wouldn't pry, if Prowl wanted to tell him he would, so for the time being he was content holding him close.

"It... it was horrible" Prowl finally broke the silence, his voice shaky. " I could feel myself losing control to it, no matter how hard I tried to resist it". Prowl's body had begun to shiver. "I-I couldn't even think properly, but I... felt terrified".

It wasn't always Prowl admitted to such things so easily, even to Bulkhead. But now he couldn't really keep such think from Bulkhead, either, since the day they bonded their sparks.

Bulkhead held Prowl closer, "is there something i can do to make you feel better?"

"Just... please keep holding me" Prowl sat up and wrapped his arms around Bulkhead's neck, burying his face into it. "I feel safe with you, I wanted to be with you then more than anything" he relaxed against his partner's frame "you're really warm...". Soon after Prowl stopped speaking the last bit of tension in his body released as he fell asleep.

Bulkhead sat there for just a little longer, feeling how Prowl's engine and vents slowed down to a much calmer rhythm. It meant a lot to him that Prowl trusted him this much, and even more that he felt comfortable enough to say it so openly.

Slowly, he rose from his position making sure not to disturb Prowl. As he just laid down Prowl started twitching. Just a little bit at first, but then his engine started revving before he woke up with a panicked yell.

"Are you ok?" Bulkhead stirred and sat up slightly and looked down at Prowl.

Prowl looked around and calmed dow a little when he saw that he was safe. He sighed and slumped against Bulkhead. "I... I don't know..." Prowl's voice was quiet, witn an uncertanty that was so incredibly unlike him. "I don't think I'll be able to recharge right now".

Bulkhead sat up more and held around Prowl, "that's fine, I'll stay here with you for as long as you need".

Prowl slowly relaxed again, sighing "thank you... I apreciate it".

Bulkhead smiled and kissed Prowl gently, "anything for you".

Prowl buried his face against Bulkhead's neck again, trying to calm himself down from waking up so suddenly. He was obviously shaken pretty badly, since he clung to Bulkhead like his life depended on it. And Bulkhead just held him, slowly stroking his back. He had never seen Prowl in such a state, but knowing that Prowl was willing to let him see him like this meant a lot to Bulkhead.

"I'm so glad I have you", Prowl's voice was calm again and he let himself relax into Bulkhead's grasp "I spent so much time all alone, I didn't want to get close to anyone ever again, but I am so glad that we are this close now".

Bulkhead smiled and held Prowl slightly tighter. "I'm glad I have you, too. You know, I never thought that anyone would want to be with me like this... especially someone like you". It wasn't exactly a secret that Bulkhead usually didn't fill the criteria for what the average bot would find attractive, which obviously wasn't good for his self-confidence.

Prowl also increased his grip and leaned up to kiss Bulkhead on the cheek, "well, you were wrong. There's no other bot I would rather be with, don't ever think otherwise".

They kept quietly talking until Prowl gave himself over to the fatigue again and sank against Bulkhead, enjoying the warmth and closeness.

It took a while for Prowl to fall asleep again, and he was still restless. But Bulkhead was there to hold him the entire time, even if it mean he didn't get much sleep himself. Seeing Prowl sleep at least close to peacefully was wort it.

[randomimaginesforrandompeople]

Little sister | Riven imagine

Request:  Hello! So I had this idea where the reader is a first year Specialist and Silva's daughter or niece but wants to keep it a secret. She catches the attention of Riven who one day gets quite jealous of Sky because he keeps spending time with her despite knowing what Riven feels for her so he bursts out during one of their training and actually learns that it's because they grew up together. Do you think you can write it?

A/N: I do not own this gif, I hope you enjoy! I feel as if this could get a part 2, so if anyone is interested let me know! Sorry for any spelling mistakes, this has not been beta-read, and English isn’t my main language!

You are Silva’s niece, you wanted to hide the fact because you didn’t want people to think you got special treatment. Luckily, you had a different last name so people wouldn’t suspect it easily. Your parents couldn’t take care of you so Silva did raise you, he was the closest thing to a father that you had.

The only person who knew was Sky, you and Sky had grown up together and he was like a brother to you. The two of you were super close and Sky treated you like a sister, especially once you entered Alfea. He was your best friend and he was really protective over you. He showed you around, helped you whenever you needed something and he introduced you to your now friends.

You obviously already knew Stella and the two of you actually got along quite well, you also met the other girls through Sky who you befriended, he thought you would all get along well and he was definitely right. You appreciated him looking out for you.

The two of you had already practiced together in the summer, so you felt confident when you had your first training day. You were sparring with Dane and beating him, over and over again. Sky and Riven were on the training grounds, looking at the first year specialists. Sky wanted to see you on your first day of course and Riven came along because he was bored and this would be better than nothing.

‘‘Damn look at that firecracker’‘ Riven commented, eyes on you. Sky wanted to sigh, this is exactly why he hadn’t introduced the two of you. ‘‘Do you know her?’‘ Riven turned to you after you had waved to Sky and he had waved back. ‘‘Yeah, that’s Y/n’‘ Riven turned back to look at you, beating Dane once again. He was impressed. You stalked over to the two boys ‘‘You did a great job out there’‘ Sky congratulated you and you smiled brightly. Riven fake coughed and you looked into his direction. ‘‘Oh sorry, I’m y/n’‘ you stuck your hand out for him to shake it, he grinned and shook your hand ‘‘Riven’‘ 

The two of you shook your hands for quite some time while just looking each other. SKY looked at you and sighed ‘’Jesus’’ he mumbled under his breath, catching your attention again. You retreated your hand with a small blush, Riven still grinning from ear to ear. ‘’Ready to go?’’ Sky nodded. Riven looked surprised, he had no idea you knew each other that well. Sky wrapped his arm around you ‘’See you later Riv’’ Sky said as he turned to you, you gave Riven a small wave before leaving with Sky, leaving a very confused Riven behind.

It kept going like that. Riven flirting with y/n, getting some very nice responses. (She’s a very feisty girl, but she also gets nervous around him sometimes really cute). But she kept looking for Sky and leaving with him. Sky was still dating Stella as far as Riven knew, so he did not understand what was going on, if you were pining after Sky you would be in for a rude awakening, and besides why did Sky get into it? 

Sky had definitely noticed Riven developing an interest in you and he wasn’t very thrilled about it. He loved Riven absolutely, just not as a potential boyfriend for his maybe-not-blood-related-but-counts-as-little-sister. Which is why he held of on telling Riven what was going on, also because he liked the confused expressions of Riven. 

It was the second time this week that Sky couldn’t hang out because he was with y/n. So Riven went to Stella, because he was very bothered and also because she should know if there was something going on, atleast that’s what he convinced himself of as he approached the fairy. ‘’What do you want?’’ Stella asked annoyed and Riven already whished he had never gone ofter to her. ‘’Sky, he’s been all over this other girl’’ Stella raised an eyebrow ‘’First of all, why are you telling me? and second which girl?’’ Riven looked at the blonde ‘’Because you deserve to know’’ Stella’s eyebrow was still raised, this made no sense. ‘’Who’s the girl?’’ She was still kind of curious, even though she didn’t trust Riven at all. ‘’Y/n’’ Stella started laughing, loudly, making Riven even more confused. Why the hell was she laughing? ‘’Yeah I’m not really worried about that’’ Stella said as she continued laughing and walked away from him. Riven had no clue what was going on, Sky was all over y/n and Stella didn’t care?

Riven saw you and Sky talking with each other from a far. He was getting ready to train, actually waiting for Sky, when you came up to him. It all looked way too friendly for his liking, he wouldn’t really admit it but he had really started to like you. You knew how to take care of yourself, you were kind but also a complete badass and he was into it. Which is why he didn’t apreciate his best friend all up in your business. He saw you two hugging and you leaving as Sky finally came over to start training. 

Riven was pisssed and it showed, he fought aggressively. ‘’God Riven calm down’’ Sky was breathing heavy, Riven finished him and knocked him to the ground. ‘’What has gotten into you?’’ It was Sky’s turn to be confused, he had done nothing wrong? That is when Riven burst ‘’You’re after the fucking girl I like! Even though you know I’m into her’’ Sky sighed, he had to tell him which he dreaded, mainly because he didn’t want to tell your secret but he had to. ‘’For christ sake, come with me’’ Sky took Riven to a more secluded area, he didn’t want other people overhearing.

‘‘Y/n is Silva’s niece, basically daughter though’‘ Sky started ‘‘Silva’s her only sort of parental figure, which is why we basically grew up together. She’s basically my sister dude’‘ Riven’s eyes grew ‘‘Your sister?’‘ Sky chuckled. ‘‘Yeah, we’re not blood related but I see her as my sister, and she sees me as a brother’‘ Sky gave Riven a knowing look. ‘‘Your bloody sister’‘ Riven mumbled ‘‘Wait, so if I get with her, I’d be getting with your sister?’‘ Sky shoved him ‘‘Shut up Riven, this is exactly why I didn’t tell you sooner’‘ Riven grinned and the two of them walked back to the training grounds. ‘‘I’m going to try to fuck your sister’‘ Sky shoved him again ‘‘Riven I swear to god, shut up’‘ 

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[oyasuminto]

would Argus apreciate a gal who go to nude beaches just to get fuck by him? she doesn't know who he is but she keep coming back for seconds n often time would be laying on the sand, her legs spreading, slick n ready for Argus to come n drag her somewhere n dump his load inside <3

The first time is quick, and painful; she's laying a little further away from the crowds, no-one notices the man slapping his hand over her mouth and dragging her behind the rocks even as she struggles and flails and bites (he fucks her ass as punishment for that).

She doesn't report him. In fact, she goes back to that same beach a few days later, lies down in the exact same spot as before, and waits. It isn't long before she feels a calloused hand on her face once again. He takes her pussy this time, thick cock pumping in-and-out as he rambles about how fuckin' tight her pretty cunt feels.

It almost becomes a routine. She never learns the man's name, but she becomes very familiar with his habits—hand over mouth, behind the rocks, cums as many times as he thinks he can get away with, leaves her on the sand. She knows that he's a heavy smoker from the ever-present scent of nicotine, that he has the slightest southern twang that's most noticeable when he's about to cum, that he's rather careless about getting caught (considering that he never pulls out), but she wouldn't be able to spot him on the street.

Argus realized it was the same girl a long time ago, he recognized the feel of her pussy, the little whimpers and whines she'd let out, and the hair he'd tangle his hand into when shoving her face into the sand. He finds it endearing, honestly, that she wants his cock so badly but is too shy to seek him out. So submissive and sweet, such a good girl.

[doctor-plagueis]

Nora's Knightly Love

Trigger Warning: mentions of noncon and rape you have been warned.

Nora had some troubles, well actually it was a lot of troubles.

From night terrors, to night terrors and night... ok so, Nora has nightmares because of...a lot. Nora lived in the North where if you aren't strong, you die,and she almost did, repeatedly from Beowulfs to Ursas to...people...

Gods...if it wasn't for mother she wouldn't be a virgin today...

That's not a memory she relishes, watching her mother be used as a toy for men like she's nothing but a hole to fuck...Nora was five years old and they were gonna do that to her...fuck, she's crying and shaking again.

Damnit fuck fuck fuck why can't she forget that night daMNIT!

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Nora's crying again...he should do something...

"Hey Nora, you ok?" he asked meekly

"Huh!" she nearly jumped from her bed at that "Um, um, ye 'm fine..."

"You're not very good at lying" he said while getting up...he's not wearing his pijamas.

"When’d you start sleeping shirtless Fearless Leader? Also are those shorts?" she was curious...and also deflecting.

He moved closer she could see him better now...when'd he get so buff? When he sat down at her bed she realized something...Pyrrha and Rennie were out on their date...

"Started when Yang decided to steal it, apparently she feels comfy in it...weird huh?"

"Yea..."

Awkward silence, more awkward silence even more awkward silence...

“C’mon Nora you can talk to me I'm your leader...and hopefully your friend?" wait, was he unsure of that?

“‘F’course you're my friend Jauney, why, did you think weren't?" Huh weird she's calmer, maybe it has something to do with talking to Fearless Leader? He does have a pretty reassuring presence.

"Well, maybe there's some culture shock with you being a Northerner and me being Arcadian, but in Arcadia when a friend is feeling down we talk about it and sort it out together, would you like that? Would you like to talk?" He was trying to be reassuring… his sisters were always better at it than him.

"...ok" Nora sounds so meek, this is weird.

"You sure? We don't have to y'know" He was calming to her, talking with him made her less scared...maybe this is what she needs?

"Growing up in the North is difficult Jaune-" whoa she called him Jaune not Fearless Leader or Jauney...this is serious "-You either fight back against the world and it's dangers or you die...or worse..." at that Nora saw Jaune recoil slightly not noticeable if they weren't this close…huh…

"My mom and I lived with dad until he was taken by the cold...my only memory of him is lighting his pyre with mum..." she took a breath...this is harder than she predicted. Damnit...

"Then me and mum decided to head south, to warmer lands, away from the shithole that is the North-" wait...is Jaune ok, he looks weird...she'll keep talking with a closer eye now..."-But before we got to the seas...we...we were attacked by raider..."

Jaune was now visibly sweating and breathing heavy, memories were flooding back...bad, bad memories...

"Nothing happened to me but...mum let herself be...used by them she, she was raped Jaune, just so I wouldn't, and then they took her away like some trophy of conquest...that's how I became an orphan...Jaune?" uh oh he's freaking out.

"Jaune, JAUNE!"

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Jaune awoke today was a special day, today would be the day his dad finally train him, actually, really train him, with Crocea Mors! This was going to be the start his glory, his heroism would begin today! Hahah oh that’s corny heheh…But he really couldn’t wait…

…So Jaune had taken Crocea Mors to train alone in the woods, so what? He was already gonna train with dad anyway!

(CRACK)

“Huh? What was that?” oookkk so Jaune was suddenly a little worried.

“Well, well, well ain’t you a pretty lil’ thang” came a hoarse voice from the trees.

“Who? Who’s there!? I-I have a sword!” Shit shit shit; Jaune wasn’t ready for this sorta stuff! Fighting some Creeps or young Beowulfs is one thing but fighting someone is different!

“Ohohoho, looks like this blond cutie has sum fight in’im…good, more fun this way…” that’s really, really creepy and concerning.

“Where are you!? Show yourself!” Jaune tried being intimidated.

“Oh don’tchu worry, ya won’t have time to anyways”

“wha-”

“you’ll be more worried about breathin’ with a cock in yer throat hahahaha!”

At that Jaune chose to make the smart move: run like hell!

Except he didn’t get away…

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“JAUNE!” Nora screamed.

“Huh, wha!?”

“Are you okay!? No, don’t answer that you, clearly aren’t!”

“I-I uh…”

Jaune was silent now, which for Nora was a bad sign…

…Maybe it’s time for Nora to act less like a Northerner and start acting more like an Arcadian…

“Jauney…yo-um-ya-crap, ok, Jaune” she said searching for words and getting his attention.

“Jaune look at me” he did.

“Did did-um did I bring some bad things up? I mean obviously I did but-um” ugh this is difficult how do Arcadians do it?

“Did I bring anything bad for you?”

“Ye-yea, I um…you just reminded me how I lost my…”

“Virginity?” she really hopes he says no, please for Brothers sake say no!

“Yea…”

“Oh Jaune I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to I-” She made him remember such a horrible thing…

“Don’t, you couldn’t have known” she shouldn’thave known…

Nora got up stood in front of Jaune and held her arms open…Nora isn’t good at this but at least she knows hugs are good comfort…

...Jaune accepted the hug.

“You can cry Jaune …please cry it’s good for you…”

“(Hick) I’m not goin’ to cry (hick)”

“Stop forcing yourself to be strong…isn’t that what you made me do? I’m here…”

At that Jaune broke down like a faulty dam, and he didn’t stop crying for a long, long time.

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That was a week ago.

Jauney and I have been spending more time together we’re supporting each other as best we can…

…My nightmares are going away, well, not really, but with Jauney's help they’re…manageable…I’ve found myself talking less with Rennie, and I don’t really mind it weirdly, oh well, Rennie does need to spend more time with his girlfriend after all…

…Hope Pyrrha's taking care of him well.

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Nora and I have been talking about our…pasts a lot lately, its helping.

Nora and I also have been having these weird silences, not awkward but comforting, is this what friends feel all the time? Pyrrha and I don’t have these silences, neither do any of the other girls, huh, kinda feels special for some reason…

…I like the silence.

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Almost a month now, me and Jauney have been talking for a month, and I feel like we’ve bonded so much over so little time, maybe we’ve bonded even faster than Rennie and I did...I like it Jaune and I’s bond, feels good, really good…

…I think I like him, like, like-him-like-him. I’m okay with it, more than okay actually…

…Does he feel the same?... Why am I even worrying he doesn’t?...

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I really like Nora, oh who’s believing that blatant lie?

I Love Nora. As more than a friend, I love Nora romantically…

…Maybe she feels the same? Oh, who am I kidding? she’d never love someone like me, not after… (sigh)

Maybe I should just ask her out she’ll reject me and we can go back to talking like friends.

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Alright perfect Ren and Pyrrha are away I can ask Him/Her

“Hey Nora/Jaune” they said simultaneously

“Oh, go ahead Nora” always the gentleman, one of his many charms.

“Nu-uh Fearless leader you first!” she said playfully

“yeahokayIcandothis” Jaune said under his breath

“Nora” “Yeah?” “Would you go get some dinner with me?”

“Ooh like dinner pancakes? Sure Jauney, you’re the best!” she was so excited (sigh) she’s amazing…

“N-No more like a-ummm”

“A what Jauney?”

“Wouldyougooutonadatewithme?” Oh great, he messed it up.

“…” her silence is so deafening, I really fucked up huh?

“…YES!!!” wait wut?

“Ohyoudon’tknowhowmanyweeksI’vewaitedforeitherofustoaskthatIwasgonna askyououtmyselfbecauseIcouldn’twaitand-”

“Nora! Nora calm down and speak in a way I can understand”

“I, yea, sorry, got too excited, started talking Nora mode, anyways-” she was…still talking really fast, but at least he could understand now! “-The answer is yes, also fuck yes and also gods I’ve waited too long to do: this!”

Suddenly Nora lunged forward and stabbed Jaune…Nah she just kissed him…WAIT A DAMN MINUTE!

“mhnph!” “Mmm~oh yeah, always knew you’d taste good Jauney~” “…izzat a yes?”

“What do you think?” “I think I’m dreaming that’s what” Nora giggled at that, fuck, even her laugh is adorable

“Well you’re wide awake, and, you got yourself a date! Isn’t that a confidence boost~” Fucking hell Nora knows how to be seductive.

“I’m the luckiest guy in beacon right now!” he said with his signature goofy grin

“Well” she wrapped her arms around his “where’s our date going to be?”

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[Notes]

[Pyrrha and Ren are indeed dating.]

[Yes the Booty Tier List will affect this check it out]

[Again this is going to be my first smut story so I'd apreciate the criticism]

Here ya go this is the first part of this two-shot.

Nest one will be smut I promise.

Part 1 / Part2

[alphinias]

Speaking of jealousy, i always crack up everytime i see Nancy saying "she's competent" about Amanda in the most dry way. The way she said it was just comedy goals to me. And then she just immediately changes the subject, appears and sounds like she doesn't give a fuck about Amanda and her relationship with Ace, but it's so obvious that she gives a lot of fucks about that. And of course Bess and George noticed.

God, I loved that. As always, many hats off to Kennedy. She nails everything every time.

I also really apreciate this scene because before it I genuinely had no idea if the others were picking up vibes between Nace or not. Now we know for certain that they do, and I feel it’s only a matter of time before one of them speaks out to Nancy and/or Ace. I loooove a good call out. I loved Amanda picking up on the vibes for the same reason.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

R/q: Say, you do call Chisaki as a devil sometimes. So how about a Au??? Where Kai is a summoned dempn by reader and she is terrified at the thought of being cursed by him; while the jackass is like 'oh great filth for me to watch over.' But Ima a sappt for love so they slowy fall for each other thank you byeeee

Never on your life you would have thought that something like this woud have happened only because of a bit of curiosity and you reading out loud some sentences of a purple old book you found.

The ground cracked whiel the room grew hotter and hotter before a circle with a unknow sign appeared in front of you and you screamed when green flames apeared along with a demon, golden eyes piercing your soul as you laid on the floor, terrified.

"Which filthy disguting soul dares to sumon me?" The voice, contrary to the room and the half man and demon in fron of you which was hot as fuck, spoke in utterly coldness as flames danced aroun his arms and around both of you.

"I-I-fuck- W-Well I-"

"Answer for once!" He shouted in anger and the flames grew wider at that.

"Please don't kill me I swear I didn't mean it for you to be summoned or whatever the fuck is what you call." You blurted out as the flames dissapeared along with the annoyed sigh and a flick of fomger from the demon.

"A dumb and worthless human I see."

"Hey." You called out while getting the courage to stand up "Don't need to be rude oh mighty demon you can just leave."

"I can't idiot." He sighed and pointed at the book "When you summon me, you are stuck with a curse."

"Pardon me- CURSE?!" you shouted and the demon glared down at you.

"You're deaf or something? Next time think before summoning something from hell."

"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!"

"You're too loud." He growled while looking up in both annoyance and despair as he pinched his nose.

Aparently after two weeks ypu discovered that the curse was sorta of having a very annoying man by your side and not leaving you alone. The bastard scoffed at everthing about your world and pointed out how it was ridiculous or wrong, and seemed even to throw a fit about your apartment not being clean enough.

"So...?" The demon glanced away from the book to arch an eyebrow at you from the couch he was sitting "How long you're staying-?"

"Until you make a pact or die." He replied nonchantly before flipping the page while your eye twitched at his behaviour.

"Seems like demons don't have much manners."

"Manners isn't necessary on hell. You will get used to it."

"...wait- I AM GOING TO HELL?!"

"Probably."

You were freaking out, and this was only the final of the first week.

Time passed by and you finally were getting used to the demon living with you. He stayed on his natural form behind closed doors but when he was forced to went outside due to your habbits, his worns and black wings quickly dissapeared, remaining golden eyes stayed the same while he summoned a type of mask for him to use.

When you asked the first time why he basically told you to mind your own bussines but eventually you found out this particulary demon had a certain problem with germs.

You were ordering two drinks as your conpanion stood at least oen foot away from you as the cashier handed the orders with a smile.

"Have a nice evening young couple!" You blushed hard at their words as the man demon deadpanned and just continue on his walk to putsidw of the mini shop.

The walk was awkward to say at least but in the middle of it he decided to break the silence.

"You humans tend to be very stupid."

"Geez thanks for the compliment as always unknow demon that I dont even know the name of." You grumbled, face hot as the words of that cashier feplayed in your mind.

"Sarcasm is not your fort idiot. And you will know my name when I want you to know."

"Well, you're practically living with me jackass. Some respect is apreciated." You said in annoyance while grabbing your keys to enter your apartment.

In one snap of his fingers you felt as if someone had just punched you in the gut just after you had unlocked the door. The demon just entered the apartment nonchantly, soon back to his demon form and throwing the empty cup of his drink perfectly on the trash can.

"Learn your place and I might consider on treating you like something that is not just a playtoy or a debt."

Motherfu-

"This seems like one of the thing about here that you don't complain." You smiled at the man watching some type of another documentary about mafias.

"Just happens to be interesting. Nothing more neither less." He spoke nonchantly, not even gazing away fron the T.v. You smiled while rolling your eyes before the sound of the door bell called you to answer it.

Welp. More like to greet a gun.

"This is a robbery madam. Move and I will shot." The man said grufily as you extended your hands up quivering.

"I-Im sorry sir b-but I got nothi-"

"I warned ya." You went to beg for your life before flinching at the sound of the gunshot, but opening your eyes you saw the back of the man you've been living with for months now.

He had just bent a gun, the barrel now pointing at the ceiling with the bullet mark as the thief trembled with fear at the show of the inhuman strengh in front of him. The demon glared at him, horns apearing as well as his wings in full display as the green flames surrounded the three of you. He grabbed the thief by the shirt and lifted him up to growl closee to his face.

"Dare to step on here once again and I will make hell seem like a walk on the park to you. Now OUT!" He shouted while throwing the man out as he ran away... and you swore he was crying.

You blinked at the man who patted his hands with a scoff before deciding to open your mouth when he just casualy came back to his spot on the couch to return to watch his documentary.

"W-what- What was that?"

"Saved your life. You're welcome."

"Thanks for that but... weren't you going to be free from me if I died?"

You didn't noticed the way his golden eyes widened up neither the face of the realization sucking in that appeared on him.

You weren't aware of the man watching you from teh door as you slept. But he was inching closer and closer, enough to summon a chair to sit right in front of you to look at your resting face.

"... What type of curse is this? This wasn't suppose to happen. Is impossible." He scoffed before gently tucking an strand of hair of your behind your ear.

"And my foolish self thinking that this was going to be easy..." he sighed, knowing exactly what had happened to him with the evidences of what he feared the most appeared to him.

Evidences that he came to have a aoft spot for you.

Were you going to hell for havinf fallen to a demon?

That question seemed to curcled at your mind for more time that you would have liked. But how? How could you fall for a man, a demon no less, that you didn't even knew the freaking name?!

He was a nice company despite his annoying tendecies, and ever since he saved you you noticed the subtle signs of care that he showed towards you... or were you simply hallucinating?

"Mind off to somewhere (Y/n)?" You snapped back to reality when the said man, in his "human form" that he choosed to remain for a long time by now, looked down at you with an arched eyebrow and a mug on his hand.

"N-Nothing important really!" You waved your hands with a smile. Blushing a bit when you aw his resting botch face again, cleary speaking that he didn't believed in your words.

"You're horrible at lying. I can tell that." He commented as you mumbled under your breath in embarrassment before wideing your eyes suddenly.

"You just said my name!" You pointed at him before he arched his eyebrow with a smirk.

"Did I?"

"You did!" You exclaimed with a smile, looking up at him but soon turning in embarrassment when you saw how handsome he looked while smilling... sorta.

"Seems like I own at least this since I ac identaly spoke your name. On hell they call me Overhaul, but you are different, so just call me Kai."

You widened your eyes once mlre before nodding with a mouth agape, blushing crinsom red when one gloved finger of his lifted your chin up to make you shut your mouth.

"T-Thank you.. for tellling me finally your name." You smiled at him before he lowered a bit, inches away from your face as his hot breath danced around your face.

"You want to know why only you can call me by that instead of 'Overhaul'?" He whispered before you nod your head slow before soon melting on the kiss the demon gave to you, hands on your waist to prevent your fall as you circled your arms around his neck.

"Am I going to hell for this?" You breathed out when you two broke away as he stared back at your eyes.

"Probably..." he said hesitantly before sighing in relief when you shrugged and started another kiss much more passionate then the one before.

[littleredroseonthevalley]

Reverse Cow

Summary: Sawyer has never seen a porn movie in his life. Morgan introduces him to it, and gets more than she expected.

Rating: MA - Content is only suitable for mature adults. May contain explicit language and adult themes.

Explicit adult content. Reader discretion is advised.

Words: 1100

Notes: Here be lemons, I warned ya. So, I never did BSC because I stopped reading at chapter 11. Of the first book. I was waaaay too bored with it. However, I’ve been revisiting some of the abandoned stuff, and lemme say, I’m apreciating them more.

Anyways, I never posted any smut, so I hope you deem it acceptable. Enjoy.

“How on God’s ever-loving green Earth is she doing that?” Sawyer looked positively shocked at the scene before him.

Morgan looked up from her phone and let out a laugh at his incredulous comment, his eyes wide as he watched the newest clip from a popular performer who came up when she googled the surprisingly controversial phrase “Who’s the best porn star?”.

“What about it?” She asked.

“Her knees must be aching.” He commented in response. “She’s been in that position for a long time, now.”

The Oakley family was spending the week in Billings, finishing some errands related to the ranch and Morgan seized the opportunity to binge on the city comforts she relinquished when she moved to rural Montana.

Imagine her surprise when, as she sits on the remote and a porn channel comes up, Sawyer comments he had never seen a film like that. She looked at him like he had grown another head. It is not as if she was addicted to porn, that it was such an integral part of her life, but mother of God, she kind of silently accepted that every boyfriend she would ever have would like to, er, spend some time with himself, watching a flick like that.

The blond rodeo star explained that, yes, he knew what porn was and yes, he knew it was ubiquitous, but there was no internet in Sweetridge when he was a teen, and even now, it is limited to cybercafes and the library, neither very conductive to some self-loving.

“What about the rodeo competitions?” She asked, incredulous. “You travelled all around, you stayed at hotels. Hotels with pay-per-view!”

“Well, yeah, but I always roomed with dad or Duke.” He pointed out. “I had no privacy.”

“You had a girlfriend! Didn’t she show you any, either?” She accused.

The blond man laughed. “Of course not. Besides, she was from Sweetridge, too, she didn’t saw any, either.”

“I can’t believe it, Sawyer. I honestly can’t believe it.” She shook her head repeatedly.

“It isn’t that strange.” He defended.

“Yes! Yes, it is.” The girl waved her arms like a crazy person. “Sawyer, every man in the city jerks off to porn. I don’t have to ask for me to know. That’s how normal it is! I, just… Ah!”

She hid her face in frustration on the pillow.

Sawyer patted her shoulder. “I’m sorry, darling. I guess I’m just different.”

Morgan turned her face towards him. “It’s not a bad thing. It’s just that… I came to expect it. It’s just familiar to me.”

He smiled, supportive but very, very uncomfortable. “I know. I’m sorry, but it is as it is.”

Then, an idea shone through her face. “Well, actually…”

That is how they came to be where they were, with Sawyer analysing a porn movie with an interpretative zeal that made even the stringiest English teacher roll their eyes in complaint and Morgan amusing herself with the absurdity of the situation.

She hummed and observed the position. “I mean... I suppose if the guy is holding her knees, he can pull her hips tight to his, but I still think her biceps and abs must be killing from holding herself up.”

Sawyer grinned, amused. “Putting a lot of thought into this, aren’t you, darling?”

Morgan laughed. “Says the guy who was concerned that Ass Busters 6 would have plot points that he wouldn’t understand.”

The cowboy shrugged. “I still think that the bald guy is in love with the Asian girl. Do you reckon they will get together in the seventh?”

“Oh, I’m absolutely sure they will have sex sooner or later.” She responded, mirthfully. “How do you find the experience?”

“It’s not as fun as the real thing, but they are creative.” He said, nudging her neck with his nose and trailing his hands up her thigh. “Do you wanna give some of it a try?”

Her expression turned wicked. “I could be persuaded, yes. What are you thinking about?”

“What about that thing they are doing now?” He said while wrapping his arms around her midsection and pointed with his chin at the television.

“Oh, that one is called the Reverse Cow.” She provided.

The blond chuckled loudly. “I have you know no cows could ever do that.”

“I believe you. It would be funny to watch them try, though.” She pointed out, amused. “Come on, cowboy. Let me see how you handle cattle.”

“Alright then.” Sawyer grinned. “Up you get, darling.”

Morgan grinned and stood up.

“Right, I’ll touch the ground, you grab my legs and wrap them around you, OK?” She asked, turning around and getting into position.

Sawyer smiled in delight and slapped her ass. She bent over, touching the ground, presenting her vagina to her boyfriend, who hummed, trailing his fingertip over her privates and smirking at her gasp.

“Ready?” He asked and she nodded, holding her breath as he lifted her legs off the ground, wrapping them around his hips as he guided his cock into her cervix.

“Fuck.” He muttered, squeezing her hips slightly when she shifted her weight on her hands, causing her to wriggle around slightly.

He started moving into her, slow at first, quickening his pace when he was certain to not drop her weight.

“Sawyer!” She gasped out, clenching around him as she neared her climax.

Said man grunted in response, pounding rougher, if that was even possible, to ride a shared orgasm.

Morgan groaned, enduring the muscular exhaustion, trying to balancing on her hands and relying on Sawyer to hold her body up. Finally, she came, groaning at the feeling of the rodeo star spurting into her.

“Goddamnit!” He called out, slamming with slow, hard thrusts.

At that moment, her arm spasmed and gave out. That, coupled with the force of Sawyer’s hips, caused her to topple face first into the carpeted floor.

“Jesus Christ, Morgan, are you fine?” He asked, quickly helping her up from the floor and pulling her down to lay on the bed with him.

“I’ll be fine.” She giggled, still slightly dazed. “That was… Intense…”

“That’s one way to put it.” He smirked. “Are you OK? You hit your head pretty hard against the floor.”

Morgan patted her forehead and felt a small bump. “I guess I’ll have to use a lot of makeup to cover up the bruise on my forehead tomorrow, but I’m fine. I wouldn’t want to have Cliff asking where I hit my head.”

Sawyer laughed and kissed her hair. Meanwhile, without either of them noticing, the flick was still playing on the background.

[dyns33]

Hell brothers (9/?)

Three months. Three months and Lulu was going to get Rachel to bring her back to Hell, where she would be tortured by her three brothers. It was already a miracle that John managed to escape these bastards all this time. John did not know how he did it, or why he did it. He had a job, a mission, he was supposed to maintain the balance and even if he had entrusted his business to Chas, Beeman, Hennessy, Midnite and Angela, he knew that they would not make it against the triplets or a entity of the same type. The problem was that he had not followed his own advice and he had become attached to this girl. They had traveled the country by car, stopping in motels to rest, without ever contacting anyone so as not to reveal where they were.

           "Can we go to the sea tomorrow... please ?"

           "Perhaps." he mumbled without looking up from his book.

It was probably stupid, but John still had not given up hope of finding a way to save Rachel. Every night he was awake on the couch to peel all the grimoires he found on their journey. He was never alone, because the girl begged him to sleep a little, before coming to lie next to him, her head on her shoulder or his knees. It was really hard to not get attached... when he could not find anything to stop her father coming when the time came.

           "Maybe or no ?" Rachel asked, pouting.

           "Maybe, but not too long. The road is long to the next city."

           "Are you going to rest a bit tonight ?"

           "Hmm..."

It was not really a good idea to worry young Rachel, who was also attached to this man, whom she saw a little like a second father, without daring to tell him. For some time she had noticed that he ate less, when he thought of eating, that he did not sleep, that he did not smile anymore. Well, she had never seen Constantine smile, or just a tired smile, when she was ecstatic at the beach, discovering ice cream, walking for the snow for the first time... Even if they had to be hidden, he agreed to let her discover things, he yielded to almost all ers requests. Rachel was totally fulfilled, happy, free... except when she thought of all the sacrifices that John had to make for her. It could not last, it would not last anyway, but she would not bear to see him in that state. She knew what to do. She knew where to call. They told here they were going here when they had to stay on Earth.

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             When the room phone rang, Michael thought the reception was calling for refreshments, or the satanists had found a track. He absolutely did not expect to hear that little voice.

           "Big Brother..."

It was rare for the eldest of the triplet to be surprised, to the point of freezing, without knowing what to say. Fortunately, Duncan was masturbating in the shower and Jim was dying on the bed, drunk, his nostrils filled with white powder. Michael quickly regained his composure, his little sister waited for him to answer.

           "My darling, where are you ?"

           "Do not be angry..." she sobbed.

           "It's been seven months since you forced us to run all over the United States, so we'll have to punish you. But if you tell me where you are now, we will not be too mean."

           "I know... but do not hurt John, please big brother."

John fucking Constantine. It was no longer a secret that it was he who had stolen "Rachel" from them, and all the Satanists in the country were concentrating their efforts on him, in vain. It was not for nothing that he was also apreciated by their father, this human had resources.

           "I have to talk to the others about that. We do not have the right to kill him, but we missed you a lot, Jimmy has had four overdoses since you left. Duncan has erection problems."

           "And you ?"

           "Me ? Oh, naughty girl, I'm the most affected. Am I not the kindest with you ? The most honest ? For you, and only for you, I'll defend Constantine and I'll do everything so that he does not suffer too much, but you have to tell me where you are."

           "... Okay."

_________________________

             As soon as they had hung up, Jeff fumbled on his phone to call the Supreme, while Jeff checked that the call came from the place the girl had indicated.

           "Its good." he confirmed. "She did not lie."

           "What an idiot... And him... 'we missed you, sob sob'. Pathetic ! This proves that we were right, this girl is... Yes, hello ?"I just wanted to tell you where the daughter of Satan was."

They did not know if this witch was going to kill her, if she was going to deliver her to the triplets, if she was going to have pity, like the fool she was, but that was not their problem, they had to at least try to eliminate this problem. And, above all, they had to do it without being caught, even if they would be delighted to serve in Hell. But Jeff and Mutt really wanted to be in the front row for the Apocalypse.

[omgshewrites]

Rough Day

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k (supposed to be a short drabble but I got carried away lol)

Warnings: SMUT, tons of it. Please don’t read this if you’re sensitive or if you’re under 18. nsfw under the cut.

A/N: Reposting this because aparently Tumblr hates my guts and the original post is broken!

Hey, this is just a little one shot that I created based and inspired on the HBC week of kinks by @the-ss-horniest-book-club (which had my whole body shAKING) specifically on these posts:

Thighs

Arms

Leather

The Daddy Look

This is the first thing I write in months and I’m really happy with the final work, I hope you enjoy reading this as much I enjoyed writing it!  Also please remember, english isn’t my mother language so if you find any grammar mistakes please let me know.

Feedback and requests are always apreciated  ♡

The cold of the night was mortifying, the freezing breeze slipped through the layers of clothes feeling like a thousand needles pinching on the skin, and although Sebastian was well dressed for cold weather -jeans, and a dark sweater under a heavy motorcycle jacket- he could feel the burning sensation on his cheeks, on his hands when he ruffled with the keys of his house, cold fingers managed to open the door, warmth welcomed him.

He took off the jacket and boots, the sweet cinnamon smell of your favourite candle let him know that you were close, calling out your nickname he made his way down the hall.

“Right here, on the couch”

Following your voice he found you sitting cross legged -an oversized knitted sweater, fuzzy socks, and a frown were your outfit- laptop open with a blank document in front of you.

“Hey babe” he said leaning over to give you a peck on the lips. A weak smile formed on your lips when he sat down next to you “Rough day?” he asked and you nodded

You sighed and closed the laptop, placing it on the coffee table, beside it a bottle of wine.

“The universe has aligned to make this the shittiest day ever” handing him the bottle and an opener she said “Please, do the honors”

He smiled and opened the wine quickly, he poured the liquid into the glasses and raised his to make a toast.

“To the shittiest day ever” he said and you clicked your glasses to take a long sip.

Humming when you felt the sweet yet bold taste in your mouth, eyes closing when you took another sip. Sebastian tried not to smile when he noticed your mood switch; wine was your both your poison and medicine.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked, an arm reaching out to rest behind your back, his digits tracing patterns on your skin as his thumb applied a little pressure to the hardened muscles of your exposed shoulder.

A groan in response and another sip.

“My coworker took the whole week off because her kid is sick, and she asked if I could cover her up at work so I did, I mean, I couldn’t say no right?” you asked, not really expecting an answer, he took a sip of wine “And I know she is going to make it up for me baking me brownies or something like that but now I have a shitload of work to do” you threw your head back to swallow that remaining wine on the now empty glass, Sebastian refilling it without being told as you continued, such a good boy. “But what’s worst, I have zero inspiration to start writing which makes me so. fucking. frustrated.”

You moved your head in circle motions to try relieve some of the tension, eyes snapped open when you felt the soft caress of his fingers on your nape.

Sebastian was looking at you carefully, eyes scanning your face, staying a focused for a second longer on your lips.

“Look, I know this sucks” he said “But I think you're drowning in a glass of water” another frown formed on your face quickly softened by his hand traveling to your jaw, and then the tip of his fingers grazed your collarbones “You are stressed and that is making you see things ten time worse as they really are” Narrowing your eyes you drank your wine “You always freak out because you say you have no inspiration and you often feel like shit about it but somehow you always manage to transform all that frustration in some good ass work and next thing I know is that I have my girlfriend typing furiously on her laptop at three am” He said the last thing with a smile on his face, you tried so hard not to smile at him, pursed lips and the roll of your eyes as you took a final sip of your wine and placed the glass on the table, he did the same.

“(y/n)” He called you taking your hand in his to bring it up to his mouth, placing a kiss on each knuckle “I’m not saying that you shouldn’t be stressed but hun, you’re damned talented and I know you can manage all this”

His eyes locked with yours the whole time, his body now leaning closer and suddenly you felt your body relaxing, not quite sure if it was because of the wine, the warmth that his body emanated, or the masculine smell of his cologne. He licked his lips before placing a kiss to the sweet spot of your neck and then he whispered on your ear “Let me make you feel better”

He leaned back a little and tilted his head to the side to see your face, your teeth digging on your bottom lip as you brought your hand to his face, caressing his strong jaw and scratching his beard with your nails, he tried not to moan; he loved when you did that, instead he placed both hands on your waist and in a simple swift he had you sitting on his lap.

“Ya’ know, I can give you something to write about”

He said and then he crashed his lips on yours.

Between light tender touches and soft licks a smile was shared, his hands now wandering your thighs, yours nipping his hair; he liked that too. Your lower lip bitten and then your moan dying in his mouth, getting support from his strong shoulders you changed your position from sitting on his right thigh to straddling it. Hands on his chest pushing him onto the couch, breaking the kiss just to grind your hips against his jeans, a hot wave of arousal pooling on your belly, your hands traveled down to the hem of the sweater to took it off, throwing it somewhere else on the floor.

Eyes now locked with his, dilated pupils left just a thin circle of the blue of his eyes, another buck of your hips and now a cocky smile tugging on the corner of his lip, big hands found your hips and he helped you to find a steady rhythm.

“Yeah baby that’s it” he said and you smiled  “Riding my thigh and getting all wet for me” your smile grew bigger.

“Too much clothes” you said slipping your hands under his shirt, he chuckled and wasted no time in taking it off

Fingers traveling from shoulders to chest, soft caresses against hard muscle, dipping your nails on his back enough to be painful and pleasurable at the same time, he moaned, his leg moving upwards gave you a particular good stroke, breathing getting stuck on your throat and he noticed, he always does.

The movement was repeated, his hands now loose on your hips, letting you chase your orgasm by yourself. He leaned in to place kisses on your neck, a hand now on your back holding your torso still, lips around your nipple, his beard rough against the soft skin of your breasts, placing a kiss to the middle of your chest before giving attention to the other bud.

You were close, so close you could feel yourself clenching around nothing itself. His other hand took one of yours and he leaded it to his bulge, big and hard and noticeable painful against his jeans.

“After you come like this” He said while nibbling on the skin of your neck, you unzipped his pants, palming him now through his black boxers “I’m going to take you to the bed and remind you who you belong to”

His words sinful and your moan was loud, god, this man knew every single one of your weakness, every part of your body, he read you like a book and treat you like a goddess.

You didn’t had a steady rhythm anymore, you were just grinding against him without a pattern, gasping for air and chasing your release.

A white hot feeling ran through your body and an animalistic groan left your throat, hips shaking, trying to prolong your climax

Once you were done you snapped your eyes opened finding in front of you a very amused Sebastian, he held you firmly by the waist as he stood up, your ankles knotted on his back and face hidden on his neck, he carried you to the bedroom, once there you placed your foot on the floor but your face remained on his neck, plump lips planting wet kisses to his jaw, traveling down his chest and then his abs, a low groan when you dropped to your knees.

Jeans and boxers discarded, one hand stroking his length the other one on the back of your head gently guiding you.

Mouth opened your tongue darted out and licked the slit, another groan, another lick and a few kisses to the head.

“Babygirl..” he warned you and you knew he was done playing games.

A little smile before taking half of his cock in your mouth, slowly fitting more until his pelvis was against your nose.

Mouth full of him, he felt heavy, velvety and veiny, you hollow your cheeks and bobbed your head up and down now looking at his face, a combination of concentration and lust showing, almost like he was giving you with stern look. Maybe he was.

Still bobbing your head your tongue applied pressure, his reaction almost instant; legs parted further, a strangled moan and his head thrown back.

“Yeah baby do the tongue thing one more time”

You did as you were told, disappointed when he stepped back, taking his cock away.

“I would love to come on those pretty tits but I have other plans” He said offering you a hand to stand up that you gladly accepted. “What do you think about a massage, huh?”

A smile brightening your face, you climbed on the bed and laid on your stomach, eyes closed against the pillow, the mattress dipping with his weigh and suddenly he was on top of you, knees balancing his body on top of yours.

His hands were warm and soft, massaging down your tense muscles, undoing the knots that stress had planted.

You breathed deeply when you felt his cock resting on your butt, but the pressure of his thumbs on your shoulders made you arch your back and now the tip of it was pushing into your entrance, a moan from both of you.

Sebastian leaned down to place a sweet kiss on your shoulder, a sniff of your smell and a good grip of your hips before burying himself deep inside of you.

Your fingers tangled on the sheets as he thrusted back and forth, slow and deep and you could bet he was looking down your ass at his dick disappearing into you, coming out glistening with your juices.

The mere thought of this made you moan, the snap of his hips getting quicker now, the exquisite roze of the duvet against your clit, the feeling of him taking you like this, of you being at his mercy, of him giving you all he got.

Unfinished words got lost on the cushion, soon enough you were cumming and he was biting your shoulder, grunting to your ear.

When he pulled out you whined, the lost of him being inside you made you feel empty.

Turning around you met his face, eyes now scanning your body, nipples hard and pink, abused skin started to show different shades of purple, lovebites forming on your chest and on your neck.

When his eyes finally met your pussy his adam apple bobbed up and down and he returned his gaze to your face, an innocent smile greeting him.

He leaned down, a searing kiss before he was inside you once more, hands on his back caressing and scratching as your tongue traced his neck. One of his hands holding your waist and the other one keeping your legs open.

He wasn’t being nice and soft anymore, now he had established a frenzy peace and all he could pay attention to was you. The way your boobs bounced, the slurting sounds, the way your lips perfectly shaped an O, those sweet moans leaving your mouth, or the look on your eyes, he was going to cum in any second if you kept looking at him like that.

A groan, now his hands tangled in your hair, wet, hot kisses everywhere and the burning feeling on your lower tummy long forgotten, your hole body burned now.

“Seb..” was all you managed to say between moans.

“I know baby, wait for me” he said to your ear and then placed a kiss below it.

He couldn’t get enough of you, feeling the need of your warmness, the softness of your silky walls, everytime he pulled out he wanted more.

His hips snapping fast against your own, bulky arms around you tensed when he leaned back to look at you.

“Cum for me (y/n)” voice deep like a grunt.

All the words you needed for you to stop holding back your orgasm, a strangled moan left your mouth, feet behind his back pushing him deeper, if that was even possible.

He enjoyed all of this before the final buck of his hips had him groaning low against your neck.

He stayed still inside of you, the incredibly sensation of your clenching walls around his sensitive cock.

Your blessed expression meeting his eyes, heavy lids and a pleased smile, a grin in return.

Sebastian placed behind you, arms around you again as he cuddled you, soft kisses on the crown of your head, a hand seeping to grab your boob, you chuckled before closing your eyes, immersing yourself into sleep.

[sterekfor-life]

“-Sorry, Isaac. I can´t do this, I can’t love somebody that is still in love with his dead girlfriend. – You didn't mean to said it like that but need it to be honest with him-

– What? - he sound hurt, that makes everything more difficult. -

-- You call her in your sleep, when you don´t have nightmares usually you say her name. And I found about the necklace, the one you keep in your backpack. -- you felt weird admitting you check into his stuff. -- I can't compete with her, with that. She have you and she is no even here anymore. 

-- (Y/N) please, hear yourself. Don't do this to us, ok? I'll throw it away. Her necklace, everything will be in the past. I will do better.... for us. But please, don't use this as an excuse to run away. -- He reach you looking to hug you. --

-- Look in to my eyes and tell me that you don't love her, do it. -- felt his touch burns where he reached your skin, hurts to put yourself away when the only thing you want is drawn into his arms for ever and forget the past, the distance, the days without him.-- then I'll stay and we will be ok. --

It was unfair ask for him do that ? You weren't sure, but you need heard that to felt safe. The way he look at you tells you everything, he can't. And you get it, it's to soon for him, for this to happen. So you smile, is a sad gesture but not meant to hurt him.

-- I love you. I loved you since we were children, when you came to me scared and bleeding, I knew I would do whatever was necessary to protect you, that never changed. I did it when you changed and you became confident and popular. - At this point you were holding back your tears because you were too proud to cry, it was not the first time you said goodbye. - And then you found her, and I was fine with that, I wanted you to be happy.

- But she's gone, (Y / N). And I am with you. - Now He was stressed, knowing that nothing will change your mind. - You can not say that you love me and then break up with me. it's not fair.

-- isn't fair? -- you shout getting frustrated. -- but it's fare what you do to me!? You choose her, then and now, you always will. And I will be competing with what you had with her, it's that fair to you? to me?

His silence make you felt good, he knows the truth, he know is not fair for any of you. And that makes you felt more confortable with your desition.

- I will always love you, Isaac. But in our separate time I learned to love myself. And maybe you need learn that too, and then you'll be able to let her go, move on with your life. -- you started to take your bags, ready to finish that conversation and find a place to stay for the night, maybe Lydia's if she was in the mood -- and then, maybe, we'll ready for our time. whatever this is, is over. I'm done. I'm sorry...

-- This was our time, this was our second chance. -- he hurried to said before you walk true the door.-- if you go now, then it'll be over for good.

But was it your second chance? Really? You could not remember one that counted as the first. You sighed feeling your chest burn and your tears overflow. Thanks heaven you were turning your back on him and could not see what his words were causing in you.

-- All right. Then I will not have to wait for you anymore. - You could not believe that words burned your being by saying them. - Heaven knows I waited long enough.

And with that you left, this time not wanting him to chase you. He was not yours to love and this time you were ready to let him go; Lydia received you at her house that night, she even held you when you finally let your tears run. You cried on her shoulder and listened to all the emotional support phrases she could think of.

You never cried like that, not even the first time when you left Beacon Hills leaving everything behind, and you do not understand what it's different this time. Could it be that this time you know it´s definitve? no more hope, no more "What if". Before you had a plan and memories of good times. Now you have nothing to hold on and nowhere to go. You aren't a pack member, no one will choose your side in this. Though about that makes your head ache and with that you surrender to Morpheus.

Lydia feels better once you finaly get some sleep. She never says anything but she likes you, you saved her life twice since you came back and never had the chance to said thanks or paid back. And even that, you were honest and smart, qualitys that she apreciates; she is thinking in a good way to help you when her door bells rings.Not surprising at all Isaac waits on the other side of the door.

-- Go away, I don't think (Y/N) wants to see you right now. -- Lydia sounds threatening with every word. --

-- Fair enough but I have to talk to her. If I do not, I'll lose her forever. - Isaac's hair was completely wet, his clothes too, and it looks like He ran a marathon. His voice is barely understandable and his eyes... Lydia hasen't seen those eyes since before the bite. He reeks desperate and she doesn't need wolf sense for noticing that. -

-- Lydia please, let me talk to her. She will disappear again and this time I wouldn't found her again.

--You didn't found her. She came back to you and you fuck it up-- Lydia look back, like she could reach your sight even though you were in another room on the top floor - She was tired and finally could sleep. Come back in the morning, maybe she would lisen to you tomorrow.

Waiting for tomorrow to talk to you was not what he wanted but definitely was better that nothing. So he agreed and walk away from the door. He would not be able to sleep until he sees you and that makes this night one of the more longest of his nights.

[lauxxury]

The one with the hot dog disguise - BuckyxReader

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Prompt: “When I said ‘bite me’ I didn’t mean literally”.

Sumary: reader has to wear a hotdog costume to a missiong in order to go unnoticed.

Warnings: suicide is mentioned, dark pasts too, but nothing too bad

Word Count: 850

A/N: so this is my entrance to @cordytriestowrite writing challeng!! yay finally!! Im sorry it took me this long but as you know, if you’ve read my last posts im kind of on hiatus so i’m just here to drop this. hope you like it, feedback is always, always apreciated and the rest of my works are on my masterlist on my bio. thank u for reading!!

You didn’t know in which moment you accepted the disguise you were wearing for the mission and, of course, you were regretting your decision since minute one. Who the hell though dressing like a hot dog was a good way of being undercover? Okey, maybe it was a good way to go unnoticed, but the suit was itchy as fuck and you didn’t know if you could take anymore weird looks from the people that went through the street you were on.

The target was an old warehouse across the street that was suspected to be the base of one of the Capos of the city. Another thing you didn’t like: families of crime. And you had a good reason to hate them, you were part of one, many years back. The worst thing: you were the one who got them in jail. Yay you!

“Agent, how is the situation?” a male voice came from your earpiece. Of course, Sergeant Barnes wasn’t a man of many words, so you almost jumped at the sound of his voice, he hadn’t spoken for the past 45 minutes.

“All clear,” you said turning around and smiling at the people on the street. Oh, this was going to be a boring day and mission if nothing happened. You were sure you’ll kill whoever thought of the fucking disguise.

He didn’t say another word, he didn’t even let you know if he had heard your words or not. You guessed he did, if not he would have been asking again.

You sight and turned around in the street your eyes going to the warehouse every few minutes. It looked abandoned, the windows were broken, and the door wasn’t even secured by a lock or anything. Was this really the place you were looking for? You knew it was from the experiences you had had with the mafia on your dark past. Who knew that was going to give you a job among the Avengers, huh?

It was the perfect place to hide drugs, and you knew that was what you were there for. Word went out that a new drug was being commercialized and its side effects were not good, at all. There had been reports of the last month that said people who took it ended up killing themselves. It was nasty and something the mafia didn’t want because if your clients die, they can’t buy you more drugs, can they?

You had gotten some information that said they were going to get rid of all the drug and you were going to caught them red-handed. At least that was the plan and you really hoped it went smooth, you didn’t’ want anymore troubles with that kind of businesses, if you could call them that.

Another 15 minutes went by until you hear another voice came from your earpiece, this time Sam’s. “That costume suits you, Agent, don’t look that disappointed”. You heard him laugh at his words and you hissed at him trying to not to draw attention to yourself.

“Sam’s right,” you heard Barnes laughing voice on your earpiece.

“Bite me!” you scream-whispered at them.

Some movement near the warehouse caught your eye. A black Mercedes was pulling over right next to the alley in one of the sides of the building.

“We had incoming” you whispered again focusing on the car.

The first person to get out of the car was a dark-haired man. He was tall, you noticed. He was dressed in an all-black suit. He offered his hand to someone inside the vehicle and a woman got out, her blonde hair reached her waist and made her look like one of the models of Victoria Secret. She was one of the women you would have just to show off.

“Wait for them to enter the warehouse and follow the plan,” Barnes voice sounded deeper and you nodded. Follow the plan, that was easy.

Everything went as planned which was something very rare, so you’ve learnt to cherish those kinds of missions were nobody got hurt.

When you arrived at the compound you went straight to your room thinking about the bath you were going to prepare yourself. You had gotten rid of the horrible hot dog costume on the mission, not wanting to have it on more time than necessary, although it had been kind of fun having to fight a little with such clothing.

You heard the door of your room open and close and you turned your head to see Bucky leaning against the door frame, a small smile on his lips. You weren’t expecting him so soon.

He approached you and hugged you form behind, his hands resting on your stomach. His mouth reached the side of your neck and he bit you there. Hard enough to moan but not hard enough for it to hurt.

“When I said ‘bite me’ I didn’t mean literally, you said with a smile on your lips as you saw the bathtub getting filled with warm water.

“But you like it,” he whispered on your ear.

“I do”.

Tagging some people: @hoodgirl163 @hufflebucky @delicatelyherdreams @bucky-smiles @itsbuckysworld @allithewriter @uwubuckyy @thunderous-flower @bucky-ish @angryteapot @queenofkings121 @bi-bi-readytocry