#smoke bros

[notmuchtoconceal]

( o ) The Maltese Falcon ( o )

I . Spade & Archer

Samuel Spade's jaw was long and bony, his chin a jutting v under the more flexible v of his mouth. His nostrils curved back to make another, smaller, v. His yellow-grey eyes were horizontal. The v motif was picked up again by thickish brows rising outward from twin creases above a hooked nose, and his pale brown hair grew down -- from high flat temples -- in a point on his forehead. He looked rather pleasantly like a blond satan.

He said to Effie Perine: "Yes, sweetheart?"

She was a lanky sunburned girl whose tan dress of thin woolen stuff clung to her with an effect of dampness. Her eyes were brown and playful in a shiny boyish face. She finished shutting the door behind her, leaned against it, and said: "There's a girl wants to se you. Her name's Wonderly."

"A customer?"

"I guess so. You'll want to see her anyway: she's a knockout."

"Shoo her in, darling," said Spade. "Shoo her in."

Effie Perine opened the door again, following it back into the outer office, standing with a hand on the knob while saying: "Will you come in, Miss Wonderly?"

A voice said, "Thank you," so softly that only the purest articulation made the words intelligible, and a young woman came through the doorway. She advanced slowly, with tentative steps, looking at Spade with cobalt-blue eyes that were both shy and probing.

She was tall and pliantly slender, without angularity anywhere. Her body was erect and high-breasted, her legs long, her hands and feet narrow. She wore two shades of blue that had been selected because of her eyes. The hair curling from under her blue hat was darkly red, her full lips more brightly red. White teeth glistened in the crescent her timid smile made.

Spade rose bowing and indicating with a thick-fingered hand the oaken armchair beside his desk.

He was quite six feet tall.

The steep rounded slope of his shoulders made his body seem almost conical -- no broader than it was thick -- and kept his freshly pressed grey coat from fitting very well.

Miss Wonderly murmured, "Thank you," softly as before and sat down on the edge of the chair's wooden seat. Spade sank into his swivel-chair, made a quarter-turn to face her, smiled politely. He smiled without separating his lips. All the v's in his face grew longer.

The tappity-tap-tap and the thin bell and muffled whit of Effie Perine's typewriting came through the closed door. Somewhere in a neighboring office a power-driven machine vibrated dully. On Spade's desk a limp cigarette smoldered in a brass tray filled with the remains of limp cigarettes. Ragged grey flakes of cigarette-ash dotted the yellow top of the desk and the green blotter and the papers that were there. A buff-curtained window, eight of ten inches open, let in from the court a current of air faintly scented with ammonia. The ashes on the desk twitched and crawled in the current.

Miss Wonderly watched the grey flakes twitch and crawl. Her eyes were uneasy. She sat on the very edge of the chair. Her feet were flat on the floor, as if she were about to rise. Her hands in dark gloves clasped a dark handbag in her lap.

Spade rocked back in his chair and asked: "Now what can I do for you, Miss Wonderly?"

She caught her breath and looked at him. She swallowed and said hurriedly: "Could you --? I thought -- I -- that is --" Then she tortured her lower lip with glistening teeth and said nothing. Only her dark eyes spoke now, pleading.

Spade smiled and nodded as if he understood her, but pleasantly, as if nothing serious were involved. He said "Suppose you tell me about it, from the beginning, and then we'll know what needs doing. Better begin as far back as you can."

"That was in New York."

"Yes."

"I don't know where she met him. I mean I don't know where in New York. She's five years younger than I -- only seventeen -- and we didn't have the same friends. I don't suppose we've ever been as close as sisters should be. Mama and Papa are in Europe. It would kill them. I've got to get her back before they come home."

"Yes," he said.

"They're coming home the first of the month."

Spade's eyes brightened. "Then we've two weeks," he said.

"I didn't know what she had done until her letter came. I was frantic." Her lips trembled. Her hands mashed the dark handbag in her lap. "I was too afraid she had done something like this to go to the police, and the fear that something had happened to her kept urging me to go. There wasn't anyone I could go to for advice. I didn't know what to do.

... What could I do?"

"Nothing, of course," Spade said, "but then her letter came?"

"Yes, and I sent her a telegram asking her to come home. I sent it to General Delivery here. That was the only address she gave me. I waited a whole week, but no answer came, not another word from her. And Mama and Papa's return was drawing nearer and nearer. So I came to San Francisco to get her. I wrote her I was coming. I shouldn't have done that, should i?"

"Maybe not. It's not always easy to know what to do. You haven't found her?"

"No, I haven't. I wrote her that I would go to the St. Mark, and I begged her to come and let me talk to her even if she didn't intend to go home with me. But she didn't come. I waited three days, and she didn't come, didn't even send me a message of any sort."

Spade nodded his blond satan's head, frowned sympathetically, and tightened his lips together.

"It was horrible," Miss Wonderly said, trying to smile. "I couldn't sit there like that -- waiting -- not knowing what had happened to her, what might be happening to her." She stopped trying to smile. She shuddered. "The only address I had was General Delivery. I wrote her another letter, and yesterday afternoon I went to the Post Office. I stayed there until after dark, but I didn't see her. I went there again this morning, and still didn't see Corinne, but I saw Floyd Thursby."

Spade nodded again. His frown went away. In its place came a look of sharp attentiveness.

"He wouldn't tell me where Corinne was," she went on, hopelessly. "He wouldn't tell me anything, except that she was well and happy. But how can I believe that? That is what he would tell me anyhow, isn't it?"

"Sure," Spade agreed. "But it might be true."

"I hope it is. I do hope it is," she exclaimed. "But I can't go back home like this, without having seen her, without even having talked to her on the phone. He wouldn't take me to her. He said she didn't want to see me. I can't believe that. He promised to tell her he had seen me, and to bring her to see me - if she would come - this evening at the hotel. He said he knew she wouldn't. He promised to come himself if she wouldn't. He--"

She broke off with a startled hand to her mouth as the door opened.

( o )

The man who had opened the door came in a step, said "Oh, excuse me!" hastily took his brown hat from his head, and backed out.

"It's all right, Miles," Spade told him. "Come in. Miss Wonderly, this is Mr. Archer, my partner."

Miles Archer came into the office again, shutting the door behind him, ducking his head and smiling at Miss Wonderly, making a vaguely polite gesture with the hat in his hand. He was of medium height, solidly built, wide in the shoulders, thick in the neck, with a jovial heavy-jawed red face and some grey in his close-trimmed hair. He was apparently as many years past forty as Spade was past thirty.

Spade said: "Miss Wonderly's sister ran away from New York with a fellow named Floyd Thursby. They're here. Miss Wonderly has seen Thursby and has a date with him tonight. Maybe he'll bring the sister with him. The chances are he won't. Miss Wonderly wants us to find the sister and get her away from him and back home." He looked at Miss Wonderly. "Right?"

"Yes," she said indistinctly. The embarrassment that had gradually been driven away by Spade's ingratiating smiles and nods and assurances was pinkening her face again. She looked at the bag in in her lap and picked nervously at it with a gloved finger.

Spade winked at his partner.

Miles Archer came forward to stand at a corner of the desk. While the girl looked at her bag, he looked at her. His little brown eyes ran their bold appraising gaze from her lowered face to her feet and up to her face again. Then he looked at Spade and made a silent whistling mouth of appreciation. Spade lifted two fingers from the arm of his chair in a brief warning gesture and said:

"We shouldn't have any trouble with it. It's simply a matter of having a man at the hotel this evening to shadow him away when he leaves, and shadow him until he leads us to your sister. If she comes with him, and you persuade her to return with you, so much the better. Otherwise --if she doesn't want to leave him after we've found her -- well, we'll find a way of managing that."

Archer said: "Yeh." His voice was heavy, coarse.

Miss Wonderly looked up at Spade, quickly, puckering her forehead between her eyebrows.

'"Oh, but you must be careful!" Her voice shook a little, and her lips shaped the words with nervous jerkiness. "I'm deathly afraid of him, of what he might do. She's so young and his bringing her here from New York is such a serious -- Mightn't he -- mightn't he do -- something to her?"

Spade smiled and patted the arms of his chair.

"Just leave that to us," he said. "We'll know how to handle him."

"But mightn't he?" she insisted.

"There's always a chance." Spade nodded judicially. "But you can trust us to take care of that."

"I do trust you," she said earnestly, "but I want you to know that he's a dangerous man. I honestly don't think he'd stop at anything. I don't believe he'd hesitate to -- to kill Corinne if he thought it would save him. Mightn't he do that?"

"You didn't threaten him, did you?"

"I told him that all I wanted was to get her home before Mama and Papa came so they'd never know what she had done. I promised him I'd never say a word to them about it if he helped me, but if he didn't Papa would certainly see that he was punished. I - I don't suppose he believed me, altogether."

"Can he cover up by marrying her?" Archer asked.

The girl blushed and replied in a confused voice: "He has a wife and three children in England. Corinne wrote me that, to explain why she had gone off with him."

"They usually do," Spade said, "though not always in England." He leaned forward to reach for pencil and pad of paper. "What does he look like?"

"Oh, he's thirty-five years old, perhaps, and as tall as you, and either naturally dark or quite sunburned. His hair is dark too, and he has thick eyebrows. He talks in a rather loud, blustery way and has a nervous, irritable manner. He gives the impression of being -- of violence."

Spade, scribbling on the pad, asked without looking up: "What color eyes?"

"They're blue-grey and watery, though not in a weak way. And -- oh, yes -- he has a marked cleft in his chin."

"Thin, medium, or heavy build?"

"Quite athletic. He's broad-shouldered and carries himself erect, has what could be called a decidedly military carriage. He was wearing a light grey suit and a grey hat when I saw him this morning."

"What does he do for a living?" Spade asked as he laid down his pencil.

"I don't know" she said. "I haven't the slightest idea."

"What time is he coming to see you?"

"After eight o'clock."

"All right, Miss Wonderly, we'll have a man there. It'll help if --"

"Mr. Spade, could either you or Mr. Archer?" She made an appealing gesture with both hands. "Could either of you look after it personally? I don't mean that the man you'd send wouldn't be capable, but - oh! - I'm so afraid of what might happen to Corinne. I'm afraid of him. Could you? I'd be -- I'd expect to be charged more, of course." She opened her hand-bag with nervous fingers and put two hundred-dollar bills on Spade's desk. "Would that be enough?"

"Yeh," Archer said, "and I'll look after it myself."

Miss Wonderly stood up, impulsively holding a hand out to him.

"Thank you! Thank you!" she exclaimed, and then gave Spade her hand, repeating: "Thank you!"

"Not at all," Spade said over it "Glad to. It'll help some if you either meet Thursby downstairs or let yourself be seen in the lobby with him at some time."

"I wil," she promised, and thanked the partners again.

"And don't look for me," Archer cautioned her. "I'll see you all right."

( )

Spade went to the corridor-door with Miss Wonderly. When he returned to his desk Archer nodded at the hundred-dollar bills there, growled complacently, "They're right enough," picked one up, folded it, and tucked it into a vest-pocket. "And they had brothers in her bag."

Spade pocketed the other bill before he sat down. Then he said: "Well, don't dynamite her too much. What do you think of her?"

"Sweet! And you telling me not to dynamite her." Archer guffawed suddenly without merriment. "Maybe you saw her first, Sam, but I spoke first." He put his hands in his trousers-pockets and teetered on his heels.

"You'll play hell with her, you will." Spade grinned wolfishly, showing the edges of his teeth far back in his jaw. "You've got brains, yes you have."

He began to make a cigarette.

[ominouspuff]

when ur inconsiderate genetic duplicates fake a few deaths and kill a Sith w/out you

(you are a million other genetic duplicates)

Sketch Week! More concept art for Repurposing GAR armor towards the end of pulverizing wrinkly Sith — A guide by CC-1010, ecstatically-ex-marshal commander of Coruscant (AU)

[justsmokingmen]

Smoking bros

[readngandweepng]

quick nsfw practice for ftm daisuke and cpt. curly with a top reader

minors dni!! amab dom reader, no pronouns specified. this is just some practice since they're new characters for me. wrote this when i was very sleep deprived so it might be all over the place but it's mostly proofread. intended to be pre-crash.

his face is flushed, cheeks dusted with a light pink. a nervous smile resides on daisuke's face as he watches you through hazy eyes, his vision only being obscured by an arm he throws across his face in a sudden gesture when you press yourself against his entrance. when you slide into him his mouth falls open, and you have to lean down and kiss him to catch the moan that threatened to escape him. his arms wrap around your neck to pull you close enough to hide his face in your shoulder, but he looks down to watch your cock disappear inside him, the sight accentuating the feeling of being filled up and causing him to momentarily spasm, driving your cock further into him. 

daisuke moans and he’s strangely quiet, making you wonder whether he means to be or not. his head falls back with his eyes shut and it takes him a minute to finally open them again. your faint laughter at assumedly his expense makes his smile reappear with a sheepish degree, but his eyes flutter back closed when you begin to slowly slide in and out of his slick cunt. he squirms a little, his arms falling beside his head. while his hands search for something to ground himself he holds his breath, only releasing it when he finds a clumsy grip on the pillow beneath his head. for his sake your thrusts are slow, not too deep but not too shallow. still, you manage to make him feel so full. 

you briefly speed up, making daisuke’s back arch with a call of your name. he sounds almost breathless as quiet, broken moans expel from the back of his throat. you kiss him, taking him by surprise. you bite his lip when you pull away and he can’t help but wrap his arms around your neck again, wanting so badly for you to go faster but not having the words to do so. he’s yet to reach down and touch himself, something you’re aware he’d do in an instant if he’d had half a mind to right now. the consistency of your thrusts don’t falter, even when you quicken your pace where now daisuke can hear just how wet he is. your cock drags against his walls with a contrasting elegance to his habitually sporadic character, as proven by his sloppy attempt to mirror your movement. he doesn’t know what to do with his hands, digging his nails into your shoulder and then burying them in his hair or gripping the pillow, he isn’t thinking straight—he can’t think straight. you spill inside of him and he tightens around you with an abrupt moan, his vision bursting with specks of stars that he quickly blinks away. daisuke’s breathing turns heavy as he catches his breath and already you’re moving again, reverting him back to a state of putty that although he’s used to, he doesn’t ever want to leave, not when you make him feel the way that you do. 

curly’s already losing it and all you’re doing is kissing him. his neck is littered with ripened splotches of red and pink and his lips are somewhat swollen. one hand is in his hair and you hold down a wrist with the other, keeping him stationary—otherwise you’d be the one under him and he’d never catch this more than well-earned break. his uniform is zipped down, his shirt beneath lifted over his stomach where you move down to trail kisses. in response his body stutters slightly, and you can tell there’s a part of him that wants you to do more, to touch him where he needs to be touched and to kiss what needs to be kissed, but he says nothing because he’s enjoying this. he sighs blissfully, watching you pull down the rest of his jumpsuit. right now, even only momentarily, he’s not the captain. he focuses on the way your hands feel on his skin, when your palms press into the right spots that make him groan. your lips move across his stomach like a shadow before they settle, latching on and gently sucking. he feels dizzy, barely noticing when you raise your head back up to kiss the corner of his lips. he looks debauched, his hair messy with his clothes disheveled in a manner he’d be embarrassed to be caught in. 

suddenly your hand moves down to palm at his clit, giving enough pressure to make him moan and curse under his breath as you rub gentle circles with your thumb. you lift one of his legs up to give yourself more room, slipping a finger into him. the drawn-out, methodical pumping of your fingers has him pulsing around you and his head spinning. he closes his eyes as if he doesn’t want to be aware of his own depravity. he wants to feel embarrassed, especially when he can feel another finger slink inside of him, now in tandem with the other, pumping into his tight heat. fuck, he just wants this to last forever. he rolls his hips, crudely fucking himself on your fingers. you wish he could see himself right now. all of his thoughts, stress; any worries he carries with him, they’re all unraveling before your very eyes, all because of a couple fingers and some kisses. 

you tap his clit, not wanting to bring him over the edge just yet. he’s close, anyways. case in point: his back is arched and his legs are a bit shaky and he’s moaning just a little bit louder than he should be. surely the shame will settle in later when he’s thinking again but you plan to delay that until he’s truly crumbling beneath your touch. he gasps, and a hand flies to his mouth when a certain dip of your fingers has his thighs closing around your hand and his back flying off the mattress. he cums, somewhat dramatically. when you slide your fingers out you push his folds aside, letting his cum dribble out in a satisfying thin stream. he’s shaking, but you know he’s not completely tuckered out just yet. you revel in the small jump he makes when he feels your tongue prod at his hole. it’s impossible to stop. with his legs loosely around your head and his shirt between his teeth, how are you supposed to resist wringing him dry of all he has?

[sodatelle]

wandering

[superbellsubways]

their first smoke break together

version without the text but it looks bad and weird because it was made with the text in mind

[suja-janee]

(Mostly) Harumi centric doodle page for a friend

[bowserphobia]

listen he can quit any time he wants

[notmuchtoconceal]

You're not afraid to vulnerable.

You're not afraid to be vulnerable cause you're aware of how brilliant and beautiful young men touch your heart.

You're aware you don't speak solely for yourself and so the things you say are not reducible to you.

You have far less to hide than others.

You're not ashamed of yourself the way they are.

You're quite aware that when you love a stupid lil faggot what's going to happen is they're going to start seeing themselves in you because a connection naturally opens when you love someone, and your bullshit's gonna get lost in the shuffle. Guaranteed to be obscured by some latent fear if they're not outright tryin to fuckin milk and use ya.

Gay boys worse than any bitch.

At least a bitch knows her place.

They don't understand your motivations.

They attribute to you, at best, past motivation which is the psycho-genealogical thread upon which your homosexual attraction is built.

Love to fuck that cute little version of you.

Love to fuck your cute lil brother-son with no blood relation.

Holy shit, did you used to be a stupid retard.

Holy shit, does incest make you wet.

Fuck that little idiot good.

Fuck him and leave him in the dirt if he don't wanna get smart.

Plenty other fuckin little idiots you can use.

Unless they wanna fuckin beg for it, just puke in their mouths and leave em to stew in the savory. Open up a soup kitchen outside at the park.

Free boy. Nailed to a tree.

Holy fuck.

Every day you're getting straighter and straighter cause you've just never liked it when big burly men dressed like dumb sluts.

Men wear uniforms.

That bothers you, jack off to someone else's talky rage smut.

[serf00]

[anghelcode]

"Transformers Animated is peak you should watch it"

Transformers Animated:

edit: oh shit i didnt think this would blow up 😭 seeing many people like this makes me giggle but also i feel a bit shy about this AYGOYDOUYD96ROGYD you guys surprise me a lot

edit 2: 300+ notes where did u come from...

[goonmieser1069]

‘No Place Like Home’

Thinking about how Soap would be after a long deployment with roommate!fem!reader

first fic…it’s a long one sorry guys 🙂‍↕️

3.5k+ words

• roommate! john “soap” mactavish/ fem!reader, 18+ , slight angst , violence , mentions of blood and guns, smut , oral (receiving), basically just a lot of yearning 👅, mw3 spoliers•

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It was dreadfully quiet in the small apartment complex where you lived. Your roommate, being gone half the time god knows where for the military, was currently deployed leaving you alone and bored in your shared home.

After a few months of living in the same space, you’d grown accustomed to the Scottish man, enjoying his comforting presence in your world. Whenever he was home -which was rare- he always, and I mean always helped out in every way he could. Whether that be picking up groceries and making dinner for the two of you, or noticing you weren’t feeling well he’d tidy up the place and make you lay on the couch and rest, he’d even sit and listen to you rant about an especially hard day at work.

This was the exact reason why you missed him so much when he was gone. The quiet was always consuming the dark apartment. No matter how many records you play on the record player he’d gifted you the first Christmas you spent in the space after you mentioned your love for vinyl. No matter how many lighthearted movies and shows you’d play, it all reminded you of his absence. Something even after years you grew more and more affected by these deployments.

It all changed for you after one fateful night, you’d both been on the balcony looking over the cityscape. Cigarettes in hand you both sat on the balcony floor, laughing a telling stories about life. Your gaze flickering over to his scarred skin, eyes admiring his baby blue eyes. Feeling your lips curl up into a small smile, as you listened to him speak about his many stories from the military. Something about that night feeling so domestic as you shared fleeting moments of accidental touch of the hands, the sound of each other's laughter, the warmth in when you’d both catch each other's gaze. You couldn’t help but smile at the memory of that night. Growing feelings for the mohawked man, not knowing how to express them.

You sighed tiredly to yourself as you made your way up the complex’s stairs. Your head hung low after suffering a long day of work at your job. The day dragged on longer than you’d have liked after practically drowning in paperwork all day. Your boss adds more and more onto the already endless pile, your hand growing more and more stiff after each signature and swipe of your pen.

Keys jingling in your palms as you unlocked your front door, you lazily wiped your shoes off on the small welcome matt at your doorstep. Dropping your purse on the floor and keys on the kitchen counter you ran a hand through your hair. Slipping off your shoes and shrugging off your coat, you were almost too tired and out of it to notice the boots beside the counter, almost too tired to spot the large duffel bag on the stool, and almost too tired to hear the soft patter of water coming from the shower in your shared bathroom.

Your heart rate increased almost immediately after realizing he was home. Johnny was home. A smile crept upon your face instantaneously, eyes lighting up as you stood still staring at the bathroom door heart fluttering at the thought of seeing those eyes of his again. Always fearing you'd never see them again with how dangerous and demanding his career was. Death constantly looms just meters away from the soldier every time he leaves for work.

After standing there like a fool your cheeks heated up shamefully as you realized how idiotic you looked stopped in place, staring at a door. You quickly looked away as you made your way to your bedroom. Taking a quick shameless glance in the mirror at yourself making sure you didn't look the equivalent of how your day had been spent. Quickly turning away from the mirror you ripped open your dresser drawers, sliding on a comfortable outfit that consisted of an old college t-shirt and a pair of plaid pajama shorts. Taking one last glance at yourself in the mirror. Tucking away strands of loose hair and quickly spraying a spritz of perfume. You decided that your looked decent enough, mind racing a million miles as you hoped maybe you’d grown the courage to express how you felt after his two months of absence.

Immediately whisked away from your thoughts you heard the shower stop silence consuming the next few minutes . Eyes widening as you heard his footsteps echo through the home after a small click of the door opening. Your body reacting quicker than your brain you felt yourself practically speed walking out of your bedroom and to the kitchen where he lingered at the counter. You assumed he hadn’t heard your approach somehow, his back to you as he leaned against the countertop silently scrolling on his phone.

Eyes raking slowly and analytically across his broad frame. Heart racing in your chest upon seeing his dark dampened hair. Your face warming, blush creeping up your neck upon admiring his large , defined back muscles through his teasingly tight black t-shirt that defined his bulky biceps, also sporting grey loose sweats. Biting the inside of your cheek at the sight, you finally broke the silence as you spoke. Voice betraying you completely as you felt your throat tighten, your words forced out and quiet almost like you couldn’t believe them either.

“You’re home..”

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The sharp pain rang through his body, the sharp crack of his arm twisting being held up against Makarov as he felt the hot metal barrel of the man’s pistol pressed against his temple he almost hissed at the scorching sensation. His eyes wide as , blood leaked from his other arm that hung limply beside him. Being shot just seconds earlier, his body leaping back into action after the first bullet, jumping back up to help his Captain who had also gotten shot, now in his current predicament, arm twisted sickeningly with a gun to his head, helpless in every sense.

His head spinning as he was held against his will, almost in a trance as everything happened in an instant. The grip loosening on his mangled arm disappearing completely as he felt his body go limp, falling with a smack against the cold concrete. His head slamming into the hard surface as his vision fizzled out, surrounding him in darkness.

Time stopped completely for Soap, the sound of the distant gunfire fading into oblivion. Frame by frame, memories he cherished flashed across his mind. His childhood, the times he’d spent with his mother and sister, his early days in the military, and all the more recent ones with his squad and you. Your laughter after he cracked an especially funny joke, etched into his mind as he could practically hear the heavenly sound. The way you looked out across the city during the late nights you’d spend out on the balcony together. Or the gentle smile you held each morning when you’d chat with him over coffee before you had to leave for work. The way your eyes glossed over each and everytime you bid him farewell at your door each time you knew he had to leave again, that always hurt his heart the sight of your glassy eyes as he held himself back from reaching out, knowing he'd never let go. All he wanted to do was hold you, tell you it would all be okay, that he'd be okay. He wanted to just promise you, that he'd come back, come back home, come back to you. He never did, he stopped himself each time. He knew he couldn’t promise those things in his line of work , one of the things he prided himself on most was being a man of his word.

All that flashed through his mind now was memories of you, everything about you, every detail he could imagine. Conversations lost in time, nights he regretted not spewing out how he felt so deeply about you. He wanted you to know how much he cared about how your day went when you got home from work each night, how much your smile made his heart leap. Like clockwork he saw you. Just you, your eyes, nose, lips, smile, laugh, hair, how you smelt, how you spoke, how you cried, your touch, how you looked at him, eyes bright like the stars you stared into during your shared nights on the balcony.

Somewhere in his trance his thoughts trailed to what could have been. How you would’ve looked at him as he talked your ear off about how much he loved you. The sight of your smile, how you would’ve looked in his arms as he held you like he’s always longed to. What would your lips have felt like, how they would feel pressed against his own, how your cheeks would’ve been flushed as he kissed you. He imagined how it would’ve been like in the nights holding you in his arms, how your body would’ve felt against his. He shamefully thought about that a lot at nights back home, staring up at his ceiling, his rough hand wrapped around his aching erection as he imagined your softer, delicate hands instead.

What would you have looked like with a pretty little ring on your finger? In a big white dress as he waited at the end of the isle, you’d look gorgeous. You always looked breathtaking to him, but.. what if he never got to see your face again. Never got to hold you. Never got to tell you how much he loved you.

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“You’re home..”

You noticed him tense up immediately, dropping his phone suddenly on the counter as he whipped his body around to face you. He had new scars, a circular almost burn looking mark against his temple. You now noticed the bruising on the side of his arm, mostly covered by a large bandage. That’s when you noticed the tears fall from his pale blue eyes. You froze, never seeing him cry before this. The strong man always either smiling or laughing alongside you. You’ve never seen him look so broken, the ray of sunshine in your life. Your eyes started to water as you watched him near you cautiously, almost like he himself didn’t believe you were really there. Speaking your name breathlessly in a broken whisper.

In a flash all you could do was gasp as his large arms engulfed your frame. Picking you up as if it was nothing and spinning you around once in his arms. You choked back a sob as he embraced you tightly. Burying your head into his chest as you pressed it against his heartbeat, needing to hear it for yourself. His body shook slightly as you felt him cry with you in his arms. He finally got to hold you in his arms.

“I thought i’d never see ye’ again bonnie.”

You felt yourself let out a small sob at his words, throat tightening. You’d ask him about what happened later, what mattered most now was that he was here, Safe, with you. You tried speaking, voice coming out in a small crack as you pulled away from him. Wanting to look at his eyes, those eyes you longed for these past months patiently waiting for him.

“Oh John-…”

You were abruptly cut off by the feeling of his lips against yours. Your hands shaking as you brought them up to cup his stubbled cheek, wrapping the other around his neck as he leaned down. Desperately and sloppily capturing your lips as he hungrily devoured them like he’s been waiting years to do just this. -which he has- Tears mixing, faces shamelessly pressed together as his calloused hands slipped around head, tangling within your hair as he held you for dear life. Savouring every moment as eventually you both had to stop for air.

Heavy breaths echoed through the quiet apartment, his hands still wrapped within your hair as he just looked at you. Eyes red as he stared, words unspoken, icy blue eyes admiring you. Taking in the sight of your now swollen lips, the tears stained on your cheeks. The slight trembled in your lips as they twitched into a small smile all you could muster in the moment. Heart thumping against your chest.

He dipped his head into the crook of your neck, big hands lifting you up with ease, placing you ontop of the counter. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he placed small pecks against your collarbone, leaving a trail against you, stubble tickling your skin. Body suddenly on fire as you felt his hands roam your body, as if they were trying to memorize each and every crevice and detail possible. His breath hot against your neck as he spoke quietly, almost a whisper.

“Is this okay…?”

His accent coming out heavier as he huskily spoke, voice sounding desperate almost a plea against your skin. Eyes now focused up at your face, how could you ever tell him no? Especially when it all felt so right. Anticipation building in your body, the air suddenly feeling heavy in the space. She looked down into his eyes from her place on the counter, growing bashful under his gaze as you slowly nodded your head. Voice cracking slightly as you responded a breathless-

“…yes.”

Wasting no time he wrapped his hand behind your neck as he brought your lips to his once more. His other hand gently lifting your large shirt over your frame, beaming the kiss as he admired you completely. Azure eyes flicking over each and every curve of your body. Calloused hands coming down to run up and down your sides, breath almost catching in his throat as he studied you. Fingertips grazing tenderly against your hot skin, ghosting over your body.

“..fuck yer’ gorgeous..”

He said lowly as he peppered your skin in kisses, leading from your neck as he worked his way lower. Lips brushing against your chest as you tangled your hands within his short dark hair. Fingertips gently resting against your ribs as he lowered and lowered, kissing every mole and every freckle on your skin, admiring you as a whole. As he reached below your bellybutton he looked up at you softly, eyes glassy as he untied your shorts. Easing them off your body along with your panties, lifting you up slightly to glide them off. The fabric hitting the hardwood floor as you suddenly felt too exposed. Bare in front of the man as you instinctively brought your hands to cover what you could of yourself.

“Oh don’ do tha’ to me ‘bon.”

His rough hands came up and gently pushed your arms away, placing them back ontop the counter, your legs wrapped against his body once more as he stood between your legs. Large hands caressing your bare thighs as he brought your lips into a gentle reassuring kiss. More calculated and loving than the ones before, eyes fluttering shut as he moved his lips softly against yours.

He brought his head back away, giving you a reassuring look as he dipped down. Continuing his trail of pecks as he gently pushed your thighs open a little wider, bringing his head down to kiss the inside of your thighs, his lips gentle as he moved closer and closer to your core, practically dripping in anticipation. Looking up at you, eyes trained on your own as you stared down at him. Eyes wide, cheeks flushed as you bit the inside of your cheek.

He slowly brought his head closer to your heat, running a finger against your slick. Feeling you buck your hips slightly at the friction you’ve been craving, the sensation of his hands against your sensitive skin new, but welcomed. His breath hot against the skin he finally placed his mouth against you, slow gentle as he swiped his tongue against your bud.

“F..Fuck!”

You cursed out as your hands instinctively reached for his head sighing in pleasure, thighs wrapping around his head while he lapped at your core. Devouring you like a starved man, the slow pace disappearing as he worked his tongue against you. Legs clenching and twitching every lap he took, his head reeling at the sight of you all worked up. The feeling of your legs against his skull making his cock ache against his boxers, letting out a deep guttural moan through your skin. Hands coming up pawing at your tits, fingers pinching and tugging at your nipples as he eats you out. Soft mewls spill from your mouth, hips bucking to meet his mouth, back arching to press more of your cunt against his mouth.

Your vision blurred slightly feeling his pace quicken, bringing his one hand up, slipping a finger into your drenched folds. A soft gasp leaving your lips as you groaned at the feeling, his thick finger within you as he curled it in and out. Hitting your walls delectablely, as you felt the coil in your abdomen tighten, throwing your head back in pleasure as you let out fast breaths. Chest rising and falling quickly as he never faltered his movements, his hand now palming himself desperate for any friction he could get as he pleasured you.

“Jus’ like tha’…”

He cooed to you against your cunt, groaning into you as your legs tightening against his head, you let out small quick gasps each time his fingers curled in and out, working into you skillfully. Noting how your brows furrowed and jaw hung open as he sucked and licked at your clit fingers pumping in and out of you as you hung your head back vision white as your legs trembled. Hips bucking into him as you coated his face and hand in your juices. Mewls leaving your mouth as you opened your eyes, tilting your head back down with knit brows, his eyes already trained on your face as he lapped up your juices.

“Doin’ so good fer’ me.”

His accent thick as he picked you back up, arms tightly secured around your fram as he brought you to his bedroom. Laying you down on the bed carefully he lifted his shirt off his body, you laid in a daze, chest rising and falling still coming off your high as you stared at him. His muscles twitching with each movement as he shrugged his sweatpants off, his hardened cock strained against his boxers. You brought your arms up shakily above you to his waistband, pulling his boxers down as his erection came out. Eyes wide you looked up at the man, he looked so desperate. Your voice soft, breath hot as you spoke.

“need you johnny.”

You whined as you reached up for the back of his neck, her dipped down to your level flat against the bed as he crawled above you, hovering over your body as his hot breath fanned against your lips. Voice husky as his eyes softened as he stared into your gaze speaking your name breathlessly claiming his love to you as he slowly pressed himself into you.

“I love you so fuckin’ much.. yer all I think about out there bon’ ”

He cooed in your ear as he eased into your tight cunt, face burried into your neck as he bottomed out in you. Your breath hitched as you sucked in feeling his cock twitch inside you. Tears pricking at your eyes, he brought a reassuring hand up lifting his head and cupping your cheek as he held himself up with his other arm. Bringing your lips into a passionate kiss as he rocked his hips slowly, easing you into the feeling of him. Making sure you felt as good as possible before he quickened his pace. The sound of his hips slapping against your bottom half echoed through the room while he rocked in and out gliding of your walls repeatedly small groans leaving his lips each time.

Your body seared in pleasure as you mewled each time his cock hit your walls. Cooing small praises against his lips as you desperately clung to his back. Legs trembling as he snapped his hips in and out, lace quickening as he felt your body tense under him, walls sucking him in achingly. His body reaching its climax as he let out low groans against your neck. Stubble tickling your collarbone, while you clawed at his back. The pleasure overbearing as you trembled one last time, clenching around him hard as you came on his dick. His high following soon after as he pulled out quickly, hot white strings spurting out against your stomach. His breaths heavy as he leaned back up, looking down at your absolutely wrecked self. Fuck you looked stunning under him like this was all he could think.

Your eyes connecting with his as you smiled lazily at the man, eyes crinkling slightly. Bare chest rising and falling periodically. Your hooded eyes cloudy as you stared up at his.

“I love you John.”

She spoke softly, bringing an arm up tiredly and caressing his cheek, thumb brushing over the scar on his chin. He smiled softly at you, lovingly brushing his hands against your sides pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. Whispering to you his voice low and gentle.

“I love you too bonnie.”

He disappeared shortly after into the bathroom, soaking a warm cloth to clean you up before wrapping you up in his arms under the covers. Skin to skin as he held you gently throughout the night, telling you just how much he loved you. Heart full after he finally got to come home, to have you in his arms, to have told you how he felt.

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first fic done 😏 lmk if you guys want a part 2!

i MAY indulge and grant you guys with another part👅

[leytwopoints]

[shan-yee]

𝗦𝗺𝗼𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗯𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲

𝗩𝗦 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗸 1

(Couldn’t stop thinking about that 🧍🏻‍♀️

Bro wasn’t joking-)

[indieyuugure]

. . . Hear me out Karai looks pwetty

You and Leo both lol 😂

[brozoneex]

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