#saucyness

[dewgongs]

~8/23/24 more doodles with @nettlebeam involved yet again giggles so much 📌

(3rd picture blue character, 7th picture blue lower right character + our funko pops 🥺😭)

[asa-do-your-thing]

An Eye for an Eye - 05

“Kindling in the Grove”

Osferth x F! OC - 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: fluff, sexual innuendos, adults talking about sex, just general saucyness

Aemma walked along the overgrown trail in the forest, collecting fallen limbs and branches, her short legs striding quickly. The tall grass brushed against her rough-spun dress and twigs crunched underfoot. She placed each log on armfuls of kindling and barked at Osferth to gather their bedding from the horses as she crouched over the pile to light a fire starting with some tinder.

Despite the growing storm clouds, Aemma and Osferth worked together in an easy camaraderie that had been forged in the short time they had known eachother.

"One more log, and I think this should be enough," Aemma said, adding a few logs to the pile in front of Osferth.

Osferth nodded in agreement and struck the bellows to life with a glowing ember. "Let's finish up before the rain starts properly."

As if on cue, the rain started to lightly fall around them in a drizzle. "Right," Aemma said with a smile, turning back towards their task.

Aemma looked up at Osferth with a thoughtful expression, wondering what their journey had in store for them. "Do you know what we have to do in Cirreanceastre?" she asked quietly.

Osferth paused his work and met her gaze steadily, sensing the seriousness of her question under the layer of everyday banter between them. He considered her thoughtfully before replying, "No," he said simply. "But I imagine it will be difficult."

The dim light of the campfire gave a slight warmth to the cold night and Aemma and Osferth had just finished setting up the tents when they heard the sound of hoofbeats in the distance.

As it drew closer, they could hear the jingle of armor and the rustle of fabrics. Aemma's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the familiar forms of Finan, Sihtric, and Uhtred.

Their faces were weathered by years of battles and hardships, but their eyes held an indomitable spirit as they dismounted from their horses.

"You made it!" Aemma exclaimed, embracing each one in turn.

"Aye," Uhtred smiled, his eyes twinkling in the firelight. "We wouldn't miss this journey for anything!"

Finan nodded in agreement, rubbing a hand across his whiskered chin thoughtfully. "It's time we make our way to Cirreanceastre."

Osferth nodded respectfully at them all before motioning towards their supplies. "Let's get ready for tomorrow," he said curtly.

Uhtred surveyed the campsite with a delighted smirk, his gaze never missing a single detail. "Excellent work, Osferth, Aemma," he proclaimed, his voice reverberating across the meadow like a lion's roar. He swept his cape behind him and gave a nod of approval. "We'll make this our base camp before we set out to fulfill our mission."

Osferth and Aemma exchanged a glance, sharing a small smile. As the others settled around the fire, Aemma took the opportunity to make herself useful, offering them each a plate of roasted meat and a tankard of ale.

As they ate, Uhtred's gaze settled on Osferth and Aemma. He cleared his throat, drawing their attention. "I have news to share," he began, his voice low but commanding. "We've received a secret message from King Alfred. He has tasked us with a mission of great importance."

A hushed silence fell over the group as they listened intently. Uhtred continued, his words carrying a heavy weight. "We are to infiltrate the camp of a Thane who has been harboring ambitions against the kingdom. Our objective is to eliminate his son, who poses a threat to Alfred's plans."

The gravity of the mission hung in the air, and the fire crackled as they contemplated their roles. "This is no easy task," Uhtred said, his eyes meeting each of theirs. "But it is a necessary one. The fate of Wessex rests on our success."

Uhtred sat in front of his men, trying to keep cool despite the sweat that soaked through his tunic. He leaned forward and grabbed his sword tightly, resting it against his chest. "We could charge into battle and hope for the best," he mused. "Or we could be smart about this and plan a proper attack."

"I agree with Uhtred," said Finan. "We need to think before we act."

Sihtric cleared his throat. "But how do we infiltrate the Thane's son's camp?"

Osferth chimed in, "I suggest we scout out the area first and assess our options."

Uhtred nodded thoughtfully. "Alright, so Finan and Sihtric will lead the scouting party. Osferth and I will gather intel from the locals. And Aemma, you'll have to use your charms to lure away the Thane's son."

Aemma raised an eyebrow skeptically. "And how am I supposed to do that?"

Uhtred smirked. "I'm sure you'll find a way."

"Still, under which pretense am I to lure him away? Should he think that he should help me? Or do you want me to lure him out for a rut? Because if it's the latter, I'm afraid that'll be difficult. These men could do it anywhere, hell, I've even seen a nobleman bending over a maid while she was cooking," Aemma said with a nervous twitch in her brows.

"I... I cannot think of anything to lure him out." She let out a sigh and rested her head on her arm, finishing her ale. "Come on, you lusty dogs, I'm sure you can think of something," she said with a small grin and watched Osferth turning a deep shade of red.

"I... ehm, I do not know...," he choked out and looked at Finan for help. "You're the kind of man that knows his way around these things? Or... Sihtric? Maybe even you, Lord Uhtred?"

Finan grinned mischievously and leaned forward. "I've got just the thing," he said, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

Aemma raised her eyebrows, intrigued. "Go on," she urged.

Finan leaned in closer to Aemma and whispered a plan in her ear.

Aemma's cheeks flushed as she listened, but she couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that coursed through her.

"I can do that," she said, a sly grin spreading across her lips.

Uhtred nodded in approval. "Good. We leave at first light. Everyone rest up. We have a long day ahead of us."

With the plans for the next day set, Uhtred bid everyone goodnight and retired to his tent. Finan and Sihtric followed suit, leaving Osferth and Aemma alone by the fire. The shadows from the trees danced in the orange light of the flames as Aemma stirred some more stew in a pot over it. She offered Osferth a bowl before taking her own, settling down beside him.

As they ate their meal silently, Aemma couldn't help but feel an odd sense of excitement. This mission was dangerous yet exhilarating - she felt like anything was possible right now. She turned towards Osferth with a smile; he was so composed despite all that lay ahead for them tomorrow.

"We can do this," Aemma said firmly, her gaze meeting his own determined one. "Our skills combined with Uhtred's experience will make us almost invincible." She paused for a moment as she thought about how far she had come since joining forces with these men months ago. "We can do this," she repeated softly before falling into silence once more, watching the lights flicker against her skin.

A few moments later, inside their shared tent, the awkward tension between Osferth and Aemma was palpable. They avoided each other's gaze as they settled onto their respective bedrolls, their movements careful and deliberate.

"Good night, Osferth," Aemma said hesitantly, her heart battling between desire and caution. They had dreamt of laying together and even of marriage - yet, as reality sunk in, she could not help but tremble in fear. If she gave in to temptation now, what would the other men think? She knew that Osferth would never hurt a pup that resulted from their time together - but what else did he have to offer?

“Good night, Aemma,” Osferth muttered reluctantly. He couldn’t help but glance up at the ceiling in search of the right words—words that he was unsure he possessed. The thought of her proximity had stirred something within him on their horseback ride, and he had to adjust himself discreetly in order to make sure she wouldn't pick up on it. Though it was his job to make a move, this situation felt more intimidating than any battle could ever be.

Time seemed to stand still as Osferth gazed upon Aemma, his heart in his throat. She was breathtakingly beautiful, her almond-shaped eyes heavily lidded, her hair clasping her as if it were a protective forcefield from the world outside. Her white linen dress clung to her curves like a second skin and those soft full lips, Osferth thought he would never have the courage to kiss them. His fingers itched to reach out and touch her, yet fear of rejection kept him rooted in place. He wanted nothing more than to bridge the gap between them, but in that moment, she seemed so much further away.

Eventually, the sounds of the night enveloped the camp—the rustle of leaves, the distant hoot of an owl, and the soft breathing of his companion. Just as Osferth began to drift into a restless slumber, he heard a gentle snore emanating from Aemma's direction.

He chuckled softly to himself, realizing that she was indeed just a human being, and not some part of his imagination. But the sound, strangely comforting, helped to dispel the tension that had plagued the evening. In the darkness, Osferth allowed himself a small smile, feeling a growing connection between them—a connection that was built on shared experiences, mutual support, and the promise of a brighter future.

With a contented sigh, he let himself succumb to sleep, feeling the warmth of the fire's glow and the soothing rhythm of Aemma's soft snores guiding him into dreams.

[asa-writes]

An Eye for an Eye - 04

“Sinful Confessions”

Osferth x F! OC - 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: period accurate gender stereotypes, fluff, sexual innuendos, adults talking about sex, just general saucyness

Chapter Summary:   Aemma and Osferth make their way up to their camp halfway to Cirrenceastre, getting to know each other better. Much better, in fact. ;)

Aemma nodded and spurred her horse on, letting Osferth overtake her, as they made their way onwards, just as Uhtred had commanded them. "You know the way and you can read the signs, I'm without letters". 

As they left the village, she nervously scratched her head, opening her heavy braid. "I'm really not that creative with horse names. What should I call her? Maybe Hooves?"

"Hooves is a good name, my Lady. I have never thought of giving mine a name," he chuckled and pointed ahead, over the grassland that stretched out on his left and the forest and hills on their right. "What can you tell me about yourself my lady? Do you have any siblings? We can play twenty questions along the way if you'd like to get to know me as well. We shall travel most of the day."

She nodded gently as she levelled her horse to ride on the same height as his. Hooves farted loudly and neighed. "Sweet Jesus, maybe I should've called her wind." She paused for a second and rearranged herself in her saddle. "Sure, but I'm really not that Interesting. I'm Aemma, daughter of the gruff Paega, Coccham's alehouse master. I have no siblings. What about you, if I may ask?", she asked nonchalantly.

Osferth chuckled and smiled at her. "Hooves is a great name, please do not change it. But let me tell you, I think I could hold conversations with you for days without getting bored," he said with a grin. He paused before saying, "My name is Osferth, the illegitimate son of King Alfred. My mother was Lady Ecgwyn – she was such a kind woman. My father had two legitimate children with his wife – Edward the Aetheling and Aethelflaed of Mercia."

Aemma gasped, realizing she had ventured too far. "Oh, I'm so sorry...I didn't mean to..." she stammered apologetically as she shrank back. He registered her expression in a split second, his face contorting with confusion and concern. "What is it?" His eyes were wide with fear that he may have said something to offend her. "Please, tell me my lady, what is the issue?"

"I didn't offend you did I? I just... I mean, it makes sense... why else would the king send you to go to a monastery when you're a small boy...", she sighed and shook her head. "I'm so sorry, I really didn't know."

Osferth shook his head and smiled. "No, you couldn't offend me my lady, it takes very little to actually offend me." He sighed, relieved at her words. "There's very few who know my story, I've never really thought it important." He took a deep breath and cleared his throat, looking at Aemma. 

As they rode together, Osferth took in every detail of Aemma's countenance; her lightly tanned skin that seemed almost untouched from years of hardship and a strength he observed in the way she sat atop the horse. He was mesmerized by her composure even amongst adversity – her lips would curl when she chuckled, a hint of melancholy barely perceptible in the crease between her brows. Her demeanour spoke of hope and fortitude; a courage that inspired him and had him watching with admiration as her thick hair swayed against her back with each powerful canter of their horses. They journeyed on, until the long grass began to whisper secrets only the wind and hooves could understand.

"Would you like me to speak as we ride or when we are at camp and have more time? I would not wish to trouble you, my lady," he said shyly, seeing as Aemma had noticed him staring at her. 

She blushed and bit her cracked lip. "Uhm, I don't mind talking to you at all right now. Riding in silence would be more fitting to a nun, would it not? So back to the twenty questions, I guess. Uh .. what is your favorite time of the year?" she asked, scanning her eyes over Osferth's body. He looked better than any man she had seen in Coccham, she thought to herself. 

Osferth grinned and turned onto another road once they had reached a crossroads. "Alright, let us continue, then. My favourite time of the year is early summer, the warmth on my skin, the fresh flowers, the brightness of the sky and the sound of the birds. I love watching plants grow, it fascinates me, especially as I love the forest. What is your favourite time of the year my lady?”

Aemma puckered her lips into a coy smile, a look of discomfort flashing over her face as she steadied herself in the saddle; her back injury had begun to flare up again. "Winter is my favorite season," she said through fluttering eyelashes. "Everything just looks so spooky and deliciously mysterious under the darkness. Plus, it's much easier to sneak away unnoticed in the cloak of night." With a slight giggle and playful blush, she pointedly ignored his gaze.

"Sneaking away, you say?" Osferth asked with a mischievous glint in his eye, giving her a teasing smile. "My lady, I do hope you weren't getting yourself into any trouble that could potentially taint your virtuous reputation!" 

"Oh, no need to worry about that," Aemma cooed, leaning closer, grinning widely. "I was always quite the good girl...at least until someone came along to corrupt me." She gave him a sly wink before turning her attention back to the road ahead. 

Osferth raised an eyebrow. "Care to tell me about your misadventures? I'm sure it's far more interesting to hear of your past rather than talk about who has the better horse name."

Aemma winked at Osferth, her eyes sparkling with mischievousness, as she slid off of Hooves. "I just need to stretch first," She said, allowing herself to fall onto her knees and giving a deep bend to her back before quickly springing up again. "Ahh, that's better."

"Sure," she continued, her voice taking on a honeyed tone. "How much detail do you want? It's quite juicy, you know." She gave him a flirtatious smile and cocked an eyebrow.

Osferth blushed lightly, his smirk widening as he met her gaze. "I'm a big boy my lady, and I'm confident I can handle it. Lay it on me..."

She spurred Hooves’ on and grinned. “So… there’s a saddler in Coccham, Leofwine, right? He’s about one or two years younger than you. He must have known I needed someone to show me the ropes when it came to certain activities,” she said with a sly smirk. “He used to ride me like a horse! But he seemed to like the oral one the best, so that quickly became our favourite pastime.” Aemma blushed furiously, not quite sure how Osferth would take this admission.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “You did WHAT!?”

Aemma tried her best to maintain her composure despite the heat of crimson embarrassment flooding through her veins. She shrugged coyly and offered him a mischievous smile. “I’m no saint! I thought you knew that by now. Why else would I be running around town in the dead of winter?”

“How did you like your lessons?” he asked suggestively, his lips curling into a mischievous smirk, still facing the path in the path in front of them. “You’ve certainly given me quite the story to think about with your escapades my lady, bravo.” 

Aemma blushed even deeper, her eyes widening at the implication of his words. “I had to learn it somehow, Osferth. Don’t tell me you’ve never indulged in such temptations? Or… indulged yourself?” 

Osferth pretended to be scandalized and feigned shock. “You’re asking me such things my lady? Never would I!” He shook his head in mock disapproval before a devious glint appeared in his eye and he let out a shy laugh. “If I were any other man I’d call for a duel! Now that you have exposed such private matter, I can never look at you the same way again!”

She bit her lip and grinned, watching the trees and hills pass by while one of the horses neighed. After a few minutes of silence where the both of them were grinning and blushing, Aemma suddenly twisted around in her seat, lowering her voice into a shy whisper. "Ugh, usually I'm not so... Sinful but something about you and this whole new situation just flipped a switch in me, I'm sorry."

Osferth smiled at her words, finding her mischievious side a welcome aspect of his new companion. He chuckled as he turned to face her, "There is no need to appologise my lady, I find your 'sinful' side quite appealing."

Aemma looked up at him and gave him a quizzical look. "May I ask about your sinful side? What... What activated it and ... What.. Uhm, do you think about?", she asked, slightly embarrased yet cheerful.

Osferth was taken aback by the sudden question, his cheeks turning a bright red as he stuttered for an answer. “Well, uh... I sometimes think of a girl I knew…” He paused for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts before continuing. He hoped that she didn't notice that he was lying; he had thought of her, in the last few days, at least. “I mean, I’ve had some experiences and all but I’m still technically a virgin. When I’m in private though… well… you know what they say about idle hands. So… yeah there is that," he finished off with a shy smirk before looking away in embarrassment. "I'm a man and have a man's... Desires. I hope you know what that means my lady, do you need me to elaborate further or shall I leave it at that?"

Aemma blushed heavily, her cheeks nearly matching the red of Osferth's. She knew exactly what he meant and was surprised at how forward and frank he had been with her. She couldn't help but find it cute and a little hot, even though she was awkward about the whole thing. “No, no I think I got the gist of it," she replied softly, still blushing as she looked away from him. After a few moments of silence she timidly added, “But… if you wanted to… I mean… if you have any interest in me… would that be okay?”

The corners of Osferth's mouth started to twitch as he tried to hide a smile, yet the amusement and embarrassement he felt at her words were clearly showing on his face. "I suppose you already know my answer to that question but yes I am very interested in you. I must admit my lady you bring out the devil in me."

He paused, straightening himself in the saddle. “My lady, tell me: have you always craved for freedom? Or does your wild side come from a desire to escape your mundane life?”

Aemma exhaled and patted Hooves' neck. "I guess you could say that working at the alehouse since I was ten gave me an appreciation of freedom. Serving my parents only to get food and shelter – being made to feel like I owed them something – that's when I realized I wanted more. But becoming a housewife with a bunch of noisy kids in Coccham... that would have been worse than anything."

Osferth's eyes widened at her words. "I'm sorry my lady, I can only imagine what you had to go through growing up, you're a stronger woman for it." He paused and smiled, looking up into the stormy skies. "So what's your plan for your future? What do you wish to do with your freedom?" he asked quietly, his eyes gleaming curiously. A distant clap of thunder rolled over the hills. The sun disappeared behind the thick blanket of clouds ahead of them, turning the previously lush green nature into a dreary scenery.

"I will probably fight for Lord Uhtred with you until... Until... I don't know yet. As long as he needs me," Aemma said quietly. She had a small, almost secret smile on her lips, barely visible from the corner of her mouth. Her hair framed her face in a gentle wave, the wind gently lifting it and blowing it behind her back.

Osferth couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the woman in front of him. She had a fuller figure than the women of Uhtred's tastes - her dress hugged her body tightly, highlighting each curve and angle. Her dark hair hung down to her waist, accentuating her delicate features and making her look even more alluring than before. He was drawn to Aemma's strength yet there was also something vulnerable about her which made him want to protect and care for her. 

He sighed quietly in admiration as they continued riding on. The wind blew stronger as they neared their destination, bringing with it a coolness that reminded Osferth of the battles that awaited them in the coming days. Yet despite the chill in the air, his heart felt warm as he watched Aemma ride alongside him; he was proud that she had chosen to fight for Uhtred and himself, understanding what kind of risks she faced. He truly admired this courageous woman who had thrown away everything she had known to pursue freedom instead - he could only hope that with his help, she would find it one day.

"What are your hopes and dreams when you fight and win against the danes? What would you wish for? Would you like to live somewhere in particular, have a family?," he asked shyly, hoping not to overstep Aemma's boundaries.

She blushed and looked to the side, hiding behind her dancing hair. "I'll Probably... Start a family with... Someone that... loves me," she muttered and avoided Osferth's gaze. 

"That's a wonderful thing to wish for, my lady, a family that will love you. Is there anyone in particular that you have your eye on? Any gentleman in our company that you have your hopes set on?," he said in a gentle, yet teasing way, slowing his horse down as they neared a small valley, the thunderstorm still raging in the distance. The valley was nestled at the entrance of a forest, nestles between steep cliffs and dark trees. In the distance a towering storm cloud could be seen, its lightning flashing across the sky. The thunder echoed through the air as cold winds blew, bringing the smell of rain with it.

Aemma playfully rolled her eyes and rode towards a group of trees which grew closely together. She jumped off of Hooves and tied her and Osferth's steed to the trees, before helping him descend as well. "Don't tease me Osferth! You already know my answer. I get a serious expression and sigh once more. I just hope that you.. I mean, my gentleman, will be patient with children. I don't want to leave you as fast as I joined you."

A wide smile spread across his face, and a soft laugh escaped him. "I've heard that one could... be close, without having to fear pregnancy. We shall see when the time comes."

Aemma's eyes widened at Osferth's suggestion, her face turning bright red once again. She fumbled with her hands, unsure of how to respond, but the thought of being intimate with Osferth was also enticing. "I...I don't know about that, Osferth. I mean I've heard of it too but I don't know if it's safe," she said softly, looking down at the ground beneath her feet.

Osferth stepped closer to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, my lady. I want you to feel safe and loved with me," he said in a gentle voice, his eyes searching hers.

Aemma looked up at him, feeling her heart swell with affection. "I do feel safe with you, Osferth. You make me feel like I'm not alone in this world," she said, placing her hand over his on her shoulder.

Osferth smiled at her, feeling a warmth spread through him. "I will always be here for you, Aemma. I promise," he said, leaning in to place a soft kiss on her forehead.

They stood there in silence for a few moments, the only sounds coming from the wind rustling through the trees and the distant thunderstorm.

[kmp78]

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[uglynicc]

Chapters: 7/13 Fandom: Borderlands (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Relationships: Axton/Rhys (Borderlands), Handsome Jack/Rhys (Borderlands)   Summary:

Axton, sick of bounty gigs on backwater planets, is working security on Helios while trying to figure out what path his life should take.

Rhys is climbing the Hyperion corporate ladder, eager to earn the status and respect he deserves.

How far can either of them get, though, with Jack pulling all the strings above them?

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Well lookie here 2 updates in 1 month, Chapter 7 is up! (not to spoil anything but this one is like 90% smut btw, heed the tags👀)

[chachadelight]

Celle qui s'est enfuie

Part 1 | Part 2

Rating & Warnings: Swearing, smut, a tiny bit of violence

I’d also like to thank those who encouraged me to write this and! also thank you to @rymndsmth for some of the inspo I had for some of the saucyness that happens here. Their ‘kyoto’ series is top fuckin notch, please do give it a read!! This is a one shot technically, but if it’s well received I might write a second or third part, probably nothing longer than that but who knows! Enjoy!

Pairings: Tangerine x Assassin!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: All he has to do is follow the rules; but Tangerine’s never been big on rules. Where does that leave him?

“Yeah well, he’s a diesel innit?”

“Lemon what’d I say huh? If you talk about Thomas the Tank Engine again I’m gon- “

“You’re gonna’ shoot me in the face—I know”.

Yet there he went on again. It had only been about 30 minutes since they had gotten onto the train and Tangerine was already at his limit. If he hadn’t loved his dear brother as much as he did he most likely would’ve fulfilled his promise a long time ago.

Lemon sat back against his chair, huffing with annoyance as he adjusted the lapel of his jacket. “Right well, all we gotta’ do is get this fucker his lazy sod of a son and his hard drive and we can go home”, Lemon gestured to the opposing seats, a young tattooed boy blissfully passed out and pressed up against the window. “You’ve got the drive yeah?”

“Yeah thanks for the update Lemon I got it”. Tangerine rolled his eyes before checking the time on his watch; they had hours before they made it to their stop at Kyoto. Maybe this would be a great opportunity for them to actually relax for once considering that only a few hours ago they were about knee deep in blood just trying to get their hands on the White Death’s son.

It was a job they hesitated for that’s for sure, but after hearing about the pay out and just how keen their contractor was on getting them specifically for the job, they just couldn’t say no. They were professionals after all, they weren’t going to scrutinise that for nobody.

Tangerine’s gaze was suddenly stolen as one of the train crew members rolled by with a cart full of food. Without even thinking the male reached over at pinched a couple of bags from the cart.

“You don’t need to nick the biscuits”.

“Why do I do that? It’s like a compulsion or something”. 

“You should see someone bout’ that”.

Tangerine cringed at himself, knowing full well his little klepto issue was something he needed to attend to but just never really got around to addressing.

The two men’s attention was stolen away when the chime indicating the train was coming to a stop sounded off, but only briefly once they noticed only a

couple of average looking citizens made their way through the cart. All but one.

“Mate she’s right lush”. Tangerine’s upper lip twitched upward ever so slightly as his head gestured forwards, causing Lemon to turn his head in an oh so not very inconspicuous way.

“Fuckin’ make it look any more obvious would ya, fucken git”.

There she was. The woman Tangerine was referring to. Hair ever so slightly covering her gaze, only adding to the sensual nature of her kohl lined eyes and red tinted lips. She walked with poise and a sense of elegance to her, she seemed unsuspecting but the way she carried herself said more about her that Tangerine just sensed deep down. What the sense was he had no idea but he really didn’t care at this point. She wore a black pleated skirt and socks that stopped just at her thighs, god, her thighs. The edge of the fabric hugging her flesh oh so perfectly it almost made Tangerine huff...almost.

His eyes flicked back up to catch the silver chain around her neck sat stark against the fabric of her black turtleneck. The man had obviously stared a little too long because she had caught his gaze by the time, she found her place into a seat that had her in perfect sight of him. The woman’s lip quirked into a shy smile, a blush forming on her cheek as she quickly looked away once realising his stare was for her only.

“Who’s the one makin it obvious now mate?”

Tangerine however didn’t look away, why would he? He wasn’t some shy schoolboy. He held her gaze for as long as she was staring back, knowing her bashfulness was his doing only fed his already massive ego. With a tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek, Tangerine only chuckled with pride once he saw the effect he had on her, of course, too easy.

Lemon shook his head quickly in succession, twisting his face in disagreement. “Nah nah nah, none of that”.

“None of what?”

“None of—” Lemon tilted his head quickly to the side, motioning to the woman. “That”.

Tangerine scoffed and reached up to slick back his hair in a show of confidence and ease. “Dunno what you’re on about mate”.

“The last thing we need is you goin’ off and shagging some girl in the middle of a job”.

Immediately Tangerine showed offense to his brother’s accusation and started adjusting the collar of his suit with a shake of his head. “Don’t be stupid”. He shook his head again in dismissal but still managed to sneak another look at the woman, quickly getting the chance to catch a glimpse of the way her thighs pressed together as she sat cross-legged. Fuck she looked good just sitting there. Lemon and Tangerine’s line of work wasn’t exactly the most social occupation in the world, there wasn’t really time for making friends let alone a sexual partner. So, to say that Tangerine was a little ‘deprived’ might have been a slight understatement.

“Whatever Tangerine...I’m gonna’ go secure the train. Make sure everything’s in check”.

“Yeah right”.

A sudden slam to the table had Tangerine’s attention onto his brother in an instant, his eyes wide as if to say, ‘what the fuck Lemon’?

“I fuckin mean it, no funny business”.

‘Yeah yeah alright, fuckin ell’ you’re like my mother or somethin”.

And with that, his brother disappeared into the next train cart and Tangerine was left alone. Just him, the White Death’s sleeping son and his raging hormones.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off her and she was well aware of it herself. There was no such thing as sneaky stolen glances anymore. Tangerine had no shame at this point with the way he tapped his fingers lightly against the table, his gaze fixated on her form, tracing a line up from her legs to her face he noticed her looking back.

Although this time she didn’t look away shyly, if anything she was now smiling back. Her red lips pulled back unto a smirk as she rested her chin on the palm of her hand. With a wave the woman wiggled her fingers in Tangerine’s direction in a form of a flirtatious wave, a completely opposing energy to what she showed only moment before when she first boarded the train.

Tangerine lifted a brow as a chuckle escaped his lips, curiosity was definitely getting the better of him. He peered behind his shoulder, wondering if Lemon was going to turn the corner any moment. He did say he would behave himself.

Well who the fuck cares about what Lemon tells him what to do? He was never big on following the rules anyway.

Just like that Tangerine found himself walking towards her, a hand smoothing down his hair and fingers making quick work at is sleeves to roll them up to his elbows. Soon enough he slipped into the chair opposite to the woman, leaned back with a coolness Tangerine had long ago perfected with ease.

“Now what’s a pretty lady like you doin’ here eh?”

“Just visiting a friend in Kyoto”. Her voice rang like bells in his ears and the smile on her lips was only making her that much more tantalising.

“Got a long way to go just to visit a friend no?”

She grinned “Maybe. I guess I’m just devoted like that”.

Tangerine reached up and smoothed a finger over his moustache as he gave her another once over she didn’t fail to notice. “I guess we’re both gonna be here for a while then?”

“I guess so”.

It was almost nard to keep her focus. Almost.

Those blue eyes paired with that accent had no doubt gotten this man anything and everything he’d ever wanted. And now here he was facing her, leaned back in his seat with the scent of his ego practically oozing off of him. The way he looked at her was predatory, his gaze eating her up with every chance he could get. She was amused to say the least, and the grin on her lips was impossible to get rid of. Her job was relatively simple, get the drive from the twins and get off the train before they ever noticed. But what her handler failed to mention was just how delicious a certain curly haired killer

“I guess we’re both gonna be here for a while then?”

“I guess so”. With that she leaned forward against crossed arms, her breasts provocatively pressed up against each other. Tangerine’s eyebrow twitched upward with interest, his tongue swiping out over his bottom lip as he simply followed her movements by leaning in towards the table, closing the gap between the pair.

“What am I going to do with you luv?” She couldn’t help herself when her teeth grazed her bottom lip, why was he so hard to ignore? He was so close to her now and she could smell his cologne so vividly. He smelled of vanilla, cigars and smoke, no doubt fresh from a fight and it was a sent that could make her legs shake from excitement. She wasn’t supposed to get too involved but now he asked her that question and she didn’t really feel like behaving.

She had a little time to spare and she just couldn’t find herself not taking this delicious opportunity.

Their gazes were locked and for moment she let her eyes dip down to peer at his lips, head tilting ever so slightly as the next sentence slipped from her mouth with a little too much finesse. “Anything you want”.

It was clear they were on the same page. Yet what made everything in her favour was that he had no idea that she was after exactly what he had. He hadn’t even asked for her name; it couldn’t have been any better.

Tangerine let out a huff from his nose as he promptly stood from the chair, picking at an invisible piece of lint from his shirt before making his way past her. However not before slyly grazing his fingers over the edge of her jawline, letting his fingers glide through her hair for a moment before he continued his b-line to the train bathroom.

She smiled to herself, a breath seizing in her throat for just a moment as she felt the warmth of his fingers against her skin.

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She soon found herself slipping into the too small train bathroom, her palms pressed against the door for just a moment longer before she turned around to find the man leaning himself against the too small sink. The air inside suddenly turned thin, and the beating of her heart thrummed wildly against her chest. Why she did not know, she was not one to get nervous in a situation like this but this man...this man was unlike any other she had come across. He made the others seem insignificant and judging by the way she almost shook just from his burning gaze; she could tell this was going to be different.

“You know...” She cooed softly as she took a step forward, noting the way his forearms flexed as his grip on the edge of the sink tightened. “I don’t even know your name”. Reaching forward she looped a single finger over the gold chain decorating the empty space on the man’s neck, a single tug forward causing him to snicker.

She was playing a dangerous game and as soon as she took her grip on that necklace and it tightened around his neck something inside him snapped to attention. “Just call me Tangerine luv”.

“Like the fruit?” She quirked an eyebrow “and his hands found her hips. “Yeah, like the fruit”.

“How – “She looped in a second finger and tugged once more causing Tangerine to grunt at the sudden squeeze he now felt around his neck. “– Cute”.

Tangerine let out a puff of air that sounded like amusement, their lips so close to one another she could feel his warm breath fan across her face. “Watch it luv”.

“Or what?” She liked this game. But so did he.

Lips against lips in a matter of seconds. The kiss was hungry, desperate, it was angry. She had clearly pressed the right buttons because the grip he help on her hips was bruising. Fingers digging deep into her skin as they both fought for the dominance of the kiss. He tasted just as he smelled, smoke and vanilla permeated her lips and mouth, and she couldn’t help herself as she whined into the kiss.

He pulled he in closer, hips pressed flush together that had her melting into his touch to the point that she let go of her grip on his, completely forgetting that she was trying to win dominance only moments before.

His fingers soon found home in her hair, digits twisting into her locks before tugging roughly to pull her head backwards, exposing her neck to him. “Not so cheeky now hey luv?” His voice had deepened, laced with arrogance as he dipped down to attach his lips to her neck and leave a trail of hungry bruises he knew she would have to look at for days to come.

If she could see herself she knew she would be mad; mad that she had let this man cause her to become so undone in a matter of minutes. This wasn’t what she had in mind but it had been so long since someone had made her feel this alive.

“Don’t—” He cut her off quickly when his mouth found hers once more, tongue slipping past her lips without a moment wasted. “Get—cocky”. She managed to let out a few breathless words between the sloppy kisses, her breath heaving in her chest to keep up with his hunger.

Tangerine chuckled against her lips before he hauled her upwards with a little too much ease, her arms found solace around his neck whilst her legs wrapped securely around his waist. He carried her over towards the closed toilet seat before settling down, allowing her to find herself seated comfortably in his lap. This gave her a chance to catch her breath from the bruising kiss, hazed over eyes peering down at an equally dishevelled Tangerine.

He was beautiful like this, in the dim lighting of the train bathroom, perfectly gelled hair now a mess on top of his head. Blue eyes turned a storm cloud grey and hooded with desire. It was almost a shame that she was going to have to steal from him and run away, never to been again.

That’s when she saw it. Peering down his vest pocket she saw the glint of the hard drive poking its head out, her heart skipping a beat. It was right there, un his pocket. And she had him seduced and sexed up in the bullet train bathroom.

This was too good.

His hands slowly slid their way up the exposed part of her thighs, pushing up the fabric of her skirt before stopping dangerously close to exactly where she wanted him. The cold of the varying rings decorating his fingers sent a shiver through her.

With her new position she didn’t miss the way his hardened length pressed against her clothed core, a coy smile on her lips growing as she took the opportunity to grind her hips downwards. Immediately eliciting a groan from Tangerine that wanted to make her go wild

“You gonna’ ride me sweetheart?” He cooed.

She leaned in towards him, her fingers snaking their way into the back of his hair before tugging softly. Doing what he had done to hair by yanking his head back to give her more access to his neck. “Anything you want handsome”.

Tangerine’s eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of her lips against the shell of his ear, the tightness of his hair being pulled sending him into a craze that his grip on his hips and thighs tightening even more. He pulled her down against himself, the sound of her soft mewl letting him smirk with pride.

She couldn’t help it, the feeling of having him press against her was driving her crazy. She had found herself at a rhythm, hips swirling back and forth. Her movements at his command as his hands guided her every move. It didn’t take her long to get panting, her head falling back to indulge in the feeling of his hardness rutting against her. His soft grunts filled the small space and run in her ears.

The heat that was overtaking her body was indescribable and at some point his hands had found home against the slope of her arse, kneading the flesh generously. She needed to feel him, just him.

And it seemed like he had the same idea because Tangerine was rushing for his pants—she reached down with him when she was able to become coherent enough to pay attention. They both knew this was going to be anything but sweet and slow, this was going to be quick and hard but neither of them was complaining.

“You’re gonna take me like a good girl...” Tangerine gripped the base of his length, pulling her panties to side to teasingly circle the head against her folds. “Aren’t you sweetheart?”

She whimpered softly, her breath catching in her throat as his length prodded at her entrance, threatening to enter her at any moment. He was too good, and the way those pet names rolled off his tongue in that accent was doing things to her she had just never expected. But she was losing patience, and the more he had her coming undone the more frustrated she became with herself.

“Fuck me good and find out”.

He growled and with one sudden upwards thrust and guttural groan he sheathed himself inside her. She cried out at the sudden intrusion, almost regretting her show of defiance before the painful sting was replaced by the sweet sting of pleasure. Tangerine reached up, his palm pressing against her mouth to muffle her scream as he let out an amused chuckle.

“Careful luv, wouldn’t want anyone to know we’re doing in here”.

She knew he was right but the way ne filled her just right had her eyes rolling to the back of her head and all her inhibitions disappeared.

“That’s it...” He cooed again, one hand squeezing against her hip and the other snaking its way up her chest. It didn’t take long to build up a brutal rhythm, his hips snapping up against her almost painfully. The pace had her biting down on her own lip, hard enough to the point she drew a small amount of blood, the taste of iron coating her tongue as she propped her hands behind her on his knees or support.

Tangerine watched her with a lust in his gaze, hard muffled grunts leaving is lips with every thrust of his hips. He kept his hold on one side of her hips whilst the other had found its way around her throat, fingers squeezing a firm pressure onto her neck that was already littered with his bruises.

Now with the added loss of oxygen, she was being sent into complete bliss. Pleasure was already overtaking every inch of her body and she could feel that familiar twinge in the centre of her core, that feeling of unwinding threatening to break at any moment.

He never let up his pace, sweat beading at the crown of his head as he focused himself on her, on her body and the way she started to tighten around him. She was close and her warmth only egged him on, encouraging him to only wreck her even more.

“Let go for me sweetheart”. He managed to grunt out his words, focusing on getting her to the end.

She whined softly, trying her best on not screaming out as the searing hot burn of her climax finally imploded inside her. Her body seized from the pure pleasure. Tangerine’s hips stuttered with her release, the constant feeling of her core flexing around him sending him over the edge shortly after her. He filled her with his warmth, the feeling sending a shiver through her already sensitive body.

“Fuckin’ ell”. Falling forwards into Tangerine’s surprisingly caring embrace his arms wrapped around her to help her ride out her orgasm, “Good girl”. Tangerine stroked the back of her head, heavy breath blowing past her ear with the words of praise.

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Surprisingly he helped her clean herself up, where she had expected him to leave as soon as they were done. But now, here she was, watching him primp himself in the mirror, smoothing those beautiful curls back down to a somewhat more presentable way.

She hadn’t forgotten about the drive in his breast pocket however.

He had his back turned to her as she silently stayed leaning against the door of the bathroom, her head tilted in observation as she waited for the exact moment to make her move. He was gorgeous, he really was, and shit he made her feel good. Him standing there now, examining every little detail of himself in the mirror, ensuring he was presentable or perhaps just liked looking at himself a little too much. But he was charming, too charming for his own good. Damn...she was starting to like him.

“You know...it’s a real shame”. “What’s that luv?” “Sorry about this”.

“Sorry about wha—" Without letting him finish his sentence she had already gripped the side of his head, using maximum force without being lethal to send the man’s head directly into the side of the porcelain sink. With a deafening crack and a loud groan of pain, Tangerine was on the floor, a sizeable cut on that beautiful forehead of his.

She sighed dramatically before squatting down beside a groaning Tangerine, clearly disorientated from the hit to the head. “No hard feelings?” She cooed, a grin on her lips as she slipped the hard drive from his pocket and placed a kiss on the top of his head.

“Oi...you—f...fucken ch...cheeky”.

“Shhh, you’ve hit your head. Rest a while”. And with that she disappeared through the bathroom door.

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“You’ve got to be fucken’ kidding me”. Lemon stood before Tangerine, hands on his hips as his twin held a bag of frozen whatever against the forming lump on his forehead. “What’d I fucken say?”

“Shut up mate”. “Thomas would nev-“ “Don’t even fucken go there”.

[laurastudarus]

Humans crave a sense of belonging. Ultimately, community affects everything we do, manifesting itself in the professional organizations we join, the sports we watch, the places we pray, and where we choose to live.

(via 5 Women Building Unexpected Communities)

[empressarcana]

I looove the little details about TL's characters like ashton being not a morning person and isabella who wakes up so early, that ashton thinks it's inhuman. I could imagine isabella peppering ash with light kisses just to wake him up every morning agdidksbs

AHHH~ This is so precious, Anon!~

I also love all the little details in the characters so much. ;; I also love when many of the details connect with the characters so well too. ♥ I find it so amusing how Ash is nowhere near a morning person and Isabella is the opposite.

Oh man, lucky Ash though. That is like the best way to wake up in the morning. I can see Isabella lightly kissing over his nose, forehead, cheeks, lips, but if the light kisses don’t work she will move on to nibbles. >:]

I can also imagine Ashton purposely not “waking up” so Isabella can continue the assault of smoochies. Of course, Isabella will eventually catch on and make it even more difficult for Ash. Isabella sometimes pours water on his face or holds his nose until he wakes up. Although on special days, Isabella decides to wake Ash up in a more, ahem, unconventional way. It gets him to wake up every time though~♪

[cosmiquechatte]

For whatever reason, I decided drawing a pole dancing figure would be good practice without using any references so naturally it ended up becoming Yuuri. XD 

My friend so kindly informed me there’s a crop top Yuuri trend thanks to @zephyrine-gale! So here’s my offering of thanks for all the wonderful people drawing Yuuri in crop tops! 

[jaydick-week]

Check out Reagy-Jay!

Reagy is always delivers on fantastic JayDick art. Never light on the scarring or the saucyness, and always knowing just how to emphasize the assets.

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[all-my-friends-were-glorious]

CANON MUSES - ADULT MUSE LIST

Alan “Big Gay Al/Al” Hedges - Homosexual Homoromantic Polygamous Cis Male - Married To Mr. Slave - 54 - FC: John Leguizamo

Al and Mr. Slave have kept up a very romantic, fulfilling relationship for what feels like an eternity to him, now. He loves his husband, and their pseudo-adopted daughter, Karen. Their home is always open to Karen, as well as her brothers, should they need it. Al has always tried to help other queers, animals and people alike, in South Park, and continues his work even as he gets older. He still maintains Big Gay Al’s Big Gay Animal Sanctuary, though he has help from Karen and a few other of the now-adults around town. He has a very large soft spot for Stan Marsh, as well, and has given him the greenlight to adopt any one of his Big Gay Animals for free, provided he can take care of vet bills. He has a soft spot for Stan and Alex, and will always do whatever he can to help them.

Darryl Weathers - Bisexual Biromantic Polygamous (Male Lean) - 58 - FC: Richard Brake

Darryl has continued to fight for workers’ rights in South Park, though his activism is mostly a lot of yelling. He isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty and is a fairly accomplished handyman, still working construction well into his fifties. While he is still very opinionated, he keeps most of it to himself and his redneck friends. He is very fond of Alex, though he struggles to figure out exactly what these feelings are, and often tries to drink them away. He can most commonly be found wherever there is alcohol after work, though he sometimes takes his dog to the park to throw a ball for him. His dog’s name is Redd, and he is a German Shorthaired Pointer.

Jerome “Chef” McElroy - Heterosexual/Bi-Curious Demiromantic Polygamous - 45 - FC: Frankie Faison

Chef has been dead for roughly fifteen years, and resurrecting him was not easy. Much like Maxi, Chef was raised from the dead by Firkle, but not for the same reasons. The spell was a mixture of a few to give him his proper body, a long-lasting life, and similar control over the zombie that he has over Maxi. Maxi and Chef are capable of communicating to each other when their zombification takes over, while they can only fully communicate with Firkle otherwise. Chef never stopped caring for those that need guidance in South Park and is always happy to help where he can. While his house was sold long ago, Firkle has helped him to find somewhere temporary until they can get him a proper home. Firkle sees him as a father figure, and brought him back for advice after his fight with Michael. He spends a lot of time with Chef when he can’t figure himself and other things out.

Jesus “Joshua/Josh” Christ - Bisexual Biromantic Polygamous - 2,026 - FC: Jan Uddin

Savior of the human race and longtime host of Jesus and Pals, Jesus has had a lot of requests over the years. Seeing the children of South Park growing up and finding themselves instead of him had him doing some soul searching. While he remained in close contact with Father Maxi, Jesus decided to return to the Middle East, to find his birthplace and reconnect with what he used to be. When he returned to South Park, it was with a few new lessons learned under his belt, as well as a brand new carpentry business. While he will still do occasional episodes of Jesus and Pals, he is trying to move on from only being seen as the Son of God. After having returned, he has taken on the name he had originally been given, though Anglicized for South Park’s convenience; Josh. 

Lavonne “Spontaneous Bootay” Carter - Pansexual Panromantic Polygamous Cis Female - 44 - FC: Saucye West

Spontaneous Bootay continued working the Peppermint Hippo well into her forties. She is still fairly well-loved for her voluptuousness, and she sees over most of the protection of the girls and boys working there. She took a special interest in protecting Scott especially, and sees him as something of a son.

Liane Jessica Cartman - Pansexual Panromantic Polygamous Femme-Presenting Intersex - 42 - FC: Sophia Bush

Liane Cartman is and always has been a promiscuous woman. She sees no problem with enjoying sex and making sure her partners enjoy it, too. There are few kinks/fetishes that she has not at least tried thrice, just to make sure she wasn't into it. There are a few things she won't do unless paid, but for the most part offers her services for free. She has accidentally flashed Eric's friends thinking they were one of her lovers, only to balk and cover up when she realized they were not. She tries not to overstep any boundaries with her "Best Friend"/Son, including flirting with his friends, treating it as though it were "Girl Rules" of not flirting with/sleeping with your friend's exes. This does not mean that she won't be accepting of advances from pretty much anyone, however.

Father Piers Maxi - Bisexual Biromantic Polygamous Cis Male - 60 - FC: Dan Felton

Father Maxi was pronounced dead on November 21st, having died of a heart attack in the confessional booth. He was found by one of the parishioners after, presumably, whoever gave him said heart attack fled the scene. He spent a day and a half in Hell, only to be reanimated by Firkle, who was alerted to the situation by Butters. Now, he continues his duties as the newly arisen Priest of the South Park Parish, regarded as some sort of second-coming of Jesus among the older members of the church. Unbeknownst to them, Firkle has ordered him to keep up his Catholic charade while employing him to help with his Cultist rituals and the like. He is somewhat of a zombie and now must feed on raw meat to survive.

PC Principal - Heterosexual Heteroromantic Monogamous Cis Male - Married To Strong Woman - 52 - FC: Kevin Bacon

PC Principal is still the principal at South Park elementary. He is proud of the work he’s done with the kids, even if he didn’t ‘get through’ to all of them. Whenever he sees Eric, Eric crosses the street to avoid him. He loves his wife and children to the moon and back, and will not hesitate to apologize and allow them to hit him for his microaggressions. He will stand up to all acts of non-PC behavior even in his older age.

Stuart McCormick - Bisexual Biromantic Polygamous (HEAVY Female Lean) Cis Male - Ex-Husband To Carol McCormick - Father To Kevin, Kenny, and Karen - 61 - FC: Hugh Laurie

Stuart McCormick was sent to prison after a drunken argument with his now ex-wife turned to violence that nearly got Karen killed. He’d been inappropriate with her and Carol had caught them, leading to an awful fight. Kevin and Kenny had been there to corroborate the story and keep Stuart from doing anything worse than he already had. Despite this, Karen wants to care for her father and has been helping him pay off his fine and saved back money for him to live off of when he gets out. She is offering to let him stay in the spare room in her apartment the day he gets out. He isn’t afraid to lean on being pathetic to get his way, and guilt trips her and other people around town into trusting him.

[henrycavillisdaddy]

Yassssss Mama Cavill! Look at the women who gave us the most beautiful man in the fuckin world 🌎 Not only did he inherit her beauty and elegance, but her saucyness to😂😮😍 Mama cavill lookin to spicy for the pepper. We can see here why Papa Cavill is smitten with her after so many years and 5 boys later. Get it gurl

[themindfulchef]

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[fabfierce]

Spring time! Saucye looking fierce! Model: Saucye West Photo: Shameless Photo

[nighttimepixels]

How naughty will the Dating Sim Game be? Representing all sinners!

Heck yeah, high five for that X) but yeah, You Might Have a Type will be securely in the PG-13 safe territory... though, maybe 16+?? UF Sans is not... easily tameable ┐(´∀｀)┌ 

Without giving anything away though, there’s sort of a loose ‘player is someone who is of age to work a job in an adult-centric environment’ vibe. There’s flirting options and depending on the guy you’re flirting with (*coughs* Red I see you *coughs*) there may be some strongly suggestive vibes, but nothing you wouldn’t see in a saucy but PG-13 show.

Basically, the ‘suggestiveness’ doesn’t push past, say, something The Good Place or Brooklynn 99 might have. And for people who aren’t interested in saucyness, most of that sort of flirting’s totally optional (with the exception of natural inclinations of the characters involved, haha!)