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strawurberries · 1 year

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tw: nsfw ‼️‼️

Vash is the kinda guy to be nervous—hands shaking, heart racing, and oh God how do you look that beautiful??—about going down on you; the moment he tastes you though? Addicted. And he'll lap you up like a starved man. He doesn't even know where he is anymore, much less understand that you've reached your climax thrice and are hanging on the edge of detrimental ecstasy. Once you get his attention—roughly pulling his hair, making his head snap up with a delicious moan? He'll be on his knees apologizing, your own fluids dripping down his chin as he unconsciously licks his lips. And, God, does he really, truly feel terrible for being too distracted to listen to you and really, you should yell and hit him; its what he deserves, right? But you now have the most feared outlaw on his knees before you, tears in his eyes, your own cum all over his mouth, and a burning erection in his tight pants that you swear keeps moving on it's own. Are you sure you want this wonderful opportunity to pass?

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eldr1tchterror · 3 months

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I just honestly believe Felix would say the words "fuck my pussy" like he's just that kind of boy, you know? I can picture it, "yeah Oliver, fuck my fucking pussy" I feel it in my bones as fact you cannot argue with me

Petition to start calling him Felix 'fuck my pussy' Catton

Yes I will most likely delete this later when I come to my senses and decide to be normal

#saltburn #saltburn 2023 #saltburn movie #felix catton #oliver quick #cattonquick #if you know me in real life no you don't #p don't read this

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iamthecomet · 1 year

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The Coming of My Ruin

Fandom: Ghost Rating: Explicit Pairing(s): Dew/Swiss. Featuring: Near Death Experiences; the first snowfall of the season; Dewdrop being a little shit; No one knowing how to talk about their feelings productively; Harmful perfectionism; A lot of Angst; A tiny bit of smut. All Dew wants is to go in for a walk in the woods. The weather has other plans.

He shoves his hand into the snow in an attempt to speed up the process of dying. He brings a handful of it close to his face. He looks at the crystalline structure of each snowflake. It sort of makes sense that something this pretty is going to be the literal death of him. He has only ever wrought destruction to beautiful things—it’s fitting that they would get their payback eventually. Read it on AO3

#dewdrop ghoul #dew x swiss #if you know me in real life no you don't #ghost fanfiction #nameless ghouls #dew/swiss #dewdrop x swiss #angst #swiss army ghoul #swiss ghoul #dewdrop/swiss #comet writes

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cashmoneymermaid · 1 year

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no matter how far away you roam

"'I didn't - I didn't realize you were home,' Katya said, folding her arms over her chest and looking her up and down. 'I thought you'd be, you know. Touring the world, winning more Grammy's, whatever it is you superstars do.' Her tone was a bit mocking, and Trixie bristled defensively, sticking out her chin. 'I didn't realize you'd be the one with the tow truck.' Otherwise I wouldn't have called, went the unspoken words."

Trixie is a workaholic country music star fresh off a sweep at the Grammy's, and her management sends her home for the holidays. Her car breaks down, and Katya is the only mechanic in town. She also happens to be the first person who broke Trixie's heart.

This is just the Hallmark Christmas movie AU you didn't know you needed.

Read on ao3

#my fics #if you know me in real life no you don't #i'm real proud of this one tbh it gives me the good Christmas feels #really i just wanted an excuse to make a little collage #and yes i have the pink one blocked she does not need to see this #trixya #trixie and katya #trixie mattel #katya zamolodchikova #katya zamo #wlw #trixya fic #ao3 #fic rec

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spiders-rob · 11 months

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Ok y'all, so...here's a rough-draft kinda attempt at a fic based on the first part of a prompt by @my-little-wraithlings about Rebbeca and Renfield having sex to get him comfortable with intimacy again and it being awkward. (I might follow up with a part 2 later or I might not. I should probably post this on AO3 sometime too but *shrugs*.) I've never written anything at all smutty before so...here goes nothing. It gets a bit shippy in places because I do like them as more than friends. I'm a die-hard hopeless romantic so I suspect any attempt at smut is gonna end up kinda couplesy from me, especially on a first attempt. That deviates from the prompt a bit but I tried to reel it in more or less.

Rebecca and Robert just stare at one another for a while.

"Right so. What do we...how do we start?" He finally asks.

"I mean you have um...done this before right?"

"Yes. I just..."

They both laugh nervously.

"Yeah, no. I know what you mean."

"Um. I guess we should probably be naked."

"Oh, yes. Right." Robert pulls his sweater over his head and folds it before undressing the rest of the way. He sets everything neatly on the bedside table. Rebecca just lets her clothes fall to the side of the bed haphazardly. Robert picks them up and begins folding them.

Rebecca frowns a little but lets him set them aside. For a guy whose apartment is as chaotic as it is, he can actually be kind of a neat-freak when it comes to making sure everything is in its place. It's probably fine. Everything is probably fine. She sits down on the bed. He's looking at her now. Like he's waiting for something.

"You okay, dude?"

"Yeah. I think so. Why wouldn't I be?"

"I dunno, you're kinda...freezing up on me."

"Right. Yeah. Sorry."

They lie side by side on the bed, facing one another. Rebecca leans forward a little and kisses him. This is so weird. Not bad, but definitely weird. Nice weird? He kisses her back easily, following her lead. His lips are slightly open, like an invitation, so Rebecca flicks her tongue against the inside of his mouth.

The kiss deepens and Rebecca finds herself leaning over him, shifting to be on top of him. She rolls her hips, getting into it. Robert's hands are by his sides. He's barely moving.

Rebecca leans back up, giving him space. "We don't have to do this, if it's too weird or you don't feel like it or whatever. Y'know?

Robert frowns in confusion, "Do...you not want to do this anymore?"

"No I do." Rebecca lets her eyes wander over the man underneath her. "I definitely do."

Robert smiles a little.

"You just seemed...I dunno I mean you don't seem very...into it, I guess. So. Y'know. We could always just watch bad tv and throw popcorn at the screen like normal or whatever."

"I'm fine." Robert assures her.

"Okay so...um...maybe we should take a step back? What...I mean...shit this is awkward. How can this be...less weird?"

"Did I do something wrong?" His voice isn't outwardly quiet or nervous but it's flat and toneless and his eyes are doing the...the fucking thing.

"Shit. Fuck. No, you didn't do anything wrong. That's...the whole point is for you to get comfortable with this stuff so like...what makes you comfortable?"

He sits up and folds his knees close to his chest. He's quiet for a moment. "I don't know. I mean if I knew..."

"Right. Okay. So what should we avoid doing?" Rebecca tries.

"Um...nothing too intense? I mean we still have the pitcher in the fridge if we really need it but I definitely would prefer to avoid that. I guess if this is really about getting me comfortable it'd be best to avoid pain in general...definitely no blood." He's in his own little world at this point, blissfully unaware of the look Rebecca is staring at him with. He's smiling slightly.

"Shit. Okay. Now I think I need a minute." She says when it seems like he's done talking. She takes a few deep breaths. This is...this is raising questions that she doesn't really want answered. She's starting to worry that this is answering questions she doesn't really want answered.

When she's feeling a little more steady she says, "Why don't I try something and you can tell me what you think?"

He nods and leans back again. She maneuvers herself over him and leans down to kiss him again. "Kissing alright?" She double checks.

"Yeah."

She kisses him gently, starting at his mouth and moving down along his jaw, lifting back up and pressing kisses against his chest, running her hands across his body, watching for reactions she can go off of.

Certain motions get a soft smile that definitely seems positive. For example, a wavelike motion pressing their bodies together. She doubles down on that and he whimpers slightly. She's about to ask if it's a good noise or a bad noise (If it's a bad noise she is going to feel so, so guilty about the feelings it's giving her) when he asks, slightly breathlessly "Is it alright if I move too?"

"Yeah" Rebecca nods, "Yeah of course"

They roll against one another and smile, making noises somewhere between panting and nervous or relieved laughter.

They should take it slow, tonight, obviously, not go all the way.

Hesitantly, Rebecca moves her hand down between them and presses against him. The noise he makes is so sudden and wounded that she immediately pulls back. "Still okay?"

"Very." He nods a little. Oh. Okay. She returns her hand to its place and strokes him, it's a long, steady motion, then back up, pressing at a place just beneath the head that draws out more of those not-quite-hurt whimpering sounds.

"Can I?" He asks. She's not sure exactly what he's asking but-

"Yeah." His own hand runs over her body and down between her legs, running his fingers in gentle circles. He finds her clit and her own motions stutter. She forces herself to focus, to not stop moving. His own movements barely waver, even as his breath comes in shorter and shorter gasps, and he's wriggling against the pillows.

Everything is rushing inside her now and Rebecca twitches against him.

He's relentless now, latched on to her reactions and she's not sure how it happens but she's half moved half fallen off of him back beside him. She reaches out for him again but before she can touch him she's lost in a hot sliding rush of sensation.

"Shit" She says when she's more or less recovered and reaches for him again.

He falls back onto the pillows, face contorting as Rebecca returns to the motions. He's...whispering something.

"Still okay?" She checks.

He nods, eyes closed, and Rebecca steadies her grip, setting a slightly faster pace, spreading a bit of precum over him to ease the friction.

She actually sees the way his face completely relaxes and slackens before she feels the warm sticky feeling spurt over her hand.

She lets go and lays down on his chest, listening as his heart-beat returns to normal. He nuzzles against her, hiding his face in the crook of her shoulder and she runs a hand up and down along his back.

"You're so warm," he says, voice content, and soft and reverent and trembling slightly.

Her clean hand combs through his hair. "So...that go okay?"

He nods against her, still snuggled close.

"This is the best, though." He admits.

"What, cuddling?"

Another nod.

"Okay, great. Then let's cuddle the shit out of you."

He laughs softly and she maneuvers them into a slightly more comfortable position.

#look #I tried okay?#renfield #renfield 2023 #rebecca quincy #robert montague renfield #smut #fic #I am literally so fucking nervous to post this that I might throw up a tiny bit we'll see #Anyway here's some badly written smut #If you know me in real life no you don't #m/f smut but it's written by a lesbian for some reason

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strangerfitz · 2 years

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did I log back into this hellsite just to post what is essentially, for all intents and purposes, p0rn for a ship that will never be canon but has taken over my life for the better part of a month at this point?

yep.

fetch, ya fucks

#steddie #steddie art #stranger things #eddie munson #Kaz!Eddie #Steve Harrington #StevexEddie #EddiexSteve #digital art #procreate #Vampire!Eddie #if you know me in real life no you don't #tw:blood #TW:Scars

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irish-trash-cash · 2 years

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Higher, Higher

The Batman (2022) Oz Cobblepot x OC/Reader

Word Count: 4,600

Listen, this is just self-indulgent garbage- I’ve read every fic for Oz on this entire site and I love all of them but none really have what I need, so take this I guess. Am I embarrassed that I want to fuck this old man? Yes. But my Daddy Issues are about to become everyone else’s problem because I might start writing more.

This includes an OC named “Nell” because I’m god-awful at writing reader-inserts. However I describe Nell as she/they, and I don’t use any real physical descriptors. I also threw a little surprise Zsasz in. If you like this and want more, feel free to drop a request or leave a comment because I write for a lot of characters and I love sinking time into writing things like this.

Warnings: Sexual content, strong language, alcohol consumption, tobacco use.

“You asleep over there, Hon?”

Nell snaps awake- fuck, they must’ve dozed off. The pounding bass and flashing light from the floors below blurred their thoughts. A glance at the clock told them it was only 11:00- probably five hours until the club will start clearing out. A glance across to Oz confirmed that he was still working on the bi-weekly expenses- a stack of paper the size of a textbook remained. For a moment Nell wondered why he didn’t just hire an accountant. Eight years of being his bodyguard and they never truly got used to the endeavor of sitting in Oz’s office while he juggled fucking finances.

“Sorry, Oz.” Nell replied, and she’s caught off-guard by how evident the exhaustion is in her voice. “Remind me why you haven’t hired a fucking accountant.”

Oz barks out a laugh, and Nell smiles as she catches the glint of his gold incisors in the low light. He looks good. He’d worn a claret velvet jacket, a black bow tie and crisp white shirt beneath.

“Tried to get one a couple years ago, but I seem to recall you throwing him out the door after two weeks. Something about money laundering.” he replies, shaking his head. “Besides, this gives me a chance to relax- and you too.”

Oz’s eyes don’t leave the paper in his hands as he talks, and Nell knows he’s right. She’s meant to stay with him at all times- it’s her job, after all. But he’s more than safe here- she can come and go as she pleases while they’re in the confines of the Club or his office or even the 44 below. Sure, there’s more productive things she could do besides sit around and watch him as he thumbs through stacks of paper. But they’ve grown to enjoy each other’s company, so she stays.

After a moment he reaches to the nearby ashtray for his abandoned cigar and relights it, savoring the sweet smoke before handing it over to her. Nell takes it, fingertips brushing his for a moment before he pulls away, returning to his work. She takes a sip of her untouched and now very warm whisky before taking a hit and fuck, the tip of the cigar is wet from Oz’s mouth, and she wonders why the taste of him is making her head spin more than the actual tobacco.

For a while she just watches him and thinks. It’s been eight years since she was assigned as Oz’s bodyguard- thirteen since she started working for Maroni, and now Falcone. And yet in eight years she never expected her partnership with Oz to get to this point. The low glances and lingering touches over the years surely meant something, right? And for a moment her mind drifts to the early mornings after hours, sharing the loveseat in his office, entertaining him with stories about her time as a boxer while he files reports- a hand on her leg as he reaches to pour her another double of expensive bourbon-

“Nell.” Oz interjects with a swift snap of his fingers, and their gazes meet. He looks tired, warm eyes heavy-lidded with the exhaustion of having to deal with paperwork all night. “We gotta go.” Oz tilts his head toward the flashing light on the side table- Nell recognizes it as a summons to Falcone.

In a moment they’re making their way down the hall, music much more deafening than in Oz’s office. Nell steps into stride beside him- careful to make sure she isn’t moving too fast. Oz follows, giving a smile and a greeting to every person that recognizes him- which was almost everyone. Nell just keeps a straight face and makes sure no one gets too close for his comfort. She’s not sociable like Oz, and it makes her severely uncomfortable when a patron even recognizes her as his bodyguard.

Oz is amused by this, of course. He loves to keep an eye on her whenever they have to weave through the club. One wrong move and Nell’s there, shoulders squared and ready to beat someone half to death because they called him “Penguin.” He liked that about her. Even now as he greets a man who reaches for his hand, he can see Nell watching, shoulders relaxed and ready to strike. Their gazes meet for a moment before they continue on and fuck, he wishes he could catch them in that look more- eyes half-lidded and pupils blown.

Focus, Oz.

He can’t imagine what Falcone needs him for, but he hopes it’s quick- he enjoys getting to spend these nights with Nell in the privacy of his office. He enjoys letting her relax, even for a moment, and he wished there was more he could do to help her loosen up.

“Wait here, Hon, I won’t be long.” He assures Nell, who nods at him and takes a place leaning against the wall, opposite Carmine’s own bodyguard as Oz disappears behind the door.

“So, how’s the bird?” Zsasz asks, raising a brow at Nell. She rolls her eyes in response and says simply-

“Oblivious as ever.”

Nell and Zsasz didn’t see each other often- but often enough to enjoy the other’s company. Was he a friend? No. But he’s the only one she’d trust- besides a few of the showgirls- knowing about her situation with Oz. How over time their partnership grew from one of frustration and resentment, to that of close friends. Nell had told him how she felt about Oz- how she’d begun to feel toward him. How often she thought about his smile and his pet names and having his attention. Just thinking about it was making her feel warm.

Zsasz thought it was charming that they wanted to fuck their boss.

“You want me to talk some sense into him?” Zsasz offered. “Hey Oz! How long do you think it’s been since Nell got laid?” That earned him a hard knock on the shoulder.

“He would be appalled.” Nell states with a sneer, checking the hall to make sure no one could hear them and taking a step closer. Nell isn’t very tall- she and Oz are practically the same height- and yet Zsasz, deadly as he is, stands at easily a few inches shorter than her.

“Why don’t you just fucking talk to him then?” Zsasz asks, voice hushed. “It’s embarrassingly clear that you’re into each other.” he laughs.

Nell contemplates his words for a moment. She couldn’t just tell Oz though. She’d rather die than confess to her boss that she desired him in any way- let alone wanted to fuck his brains out. Her job was to protect him- a job that couldn’t allow distractions- and yet when they were apart, when Nell was in the confines of her own apartment, she thought of Oz. Imagining her hands were his, thinking of the way he speaks to her- the way he looks at her. She wanted so badly to just touch him, kiss him- she could feel herself flush at the thought of his hands on her waist and lips on her neck, tugging her impossibly close-

And Zsasz is right. Oz’s actions spoke volumes- anyone could see it. He wanted her close, even when he knew he was safe in the confines of the Lounge. He’d call her Doll and Sweetheart and Honey. He bought her three-piece suits and jewelry- a car- always saying she just “deserves something nice” for “watching his back.” In turn, he’d learned to pick up on when she was on edge or anxious, placing a hand on the small of her back or on her upper arm, whispering words of reassurance to her with a gold-toothed grin. He listened to her- he respected her. He didn’t treat her like just another member of fucking Security.

But did he think about her though? Did she occupy his thoughts in the early hours of the morning? Did he ever imagine his hands were hers, or sit in his office after sending her home and wonder what would happen if he asked her to stay? Nell wasn’t sure. And the fear of not knowing was enough excuse to keep quiet about it.

“Sounds like someone needs to intervene, Nellie.” Zsasz interrupts her thoughts with a low chuckle, and Nell scrunches her nose at the nickname. That wasn’t like him- and Nell is even more surprised when Zsasz reaches forward and places a hand on her hip. He leans in close and Nell moves quick to shove him away, grabbing him by the collar- but her back hits the wall and-

The door to Falcone’s office opens and Oz is greeted with Nell, face flushed, and Zsasz, clutching the lapels of her jacket as he leans up close to her against the hall.

It wasn’t a problem- he didn’t give a fuck who fraternized with whom, as long as it didn’t affect business. But Nell? Oz feels something pang in his chest at the sight of them in the arms of Zsasz, of all people. He wishes it were him- wishes Nell would dig their fists into his collar and pull him that close.

It’s not his fucking business who Nell decided to spend their time with, though. But maybe he’d been misreading them all these years- maybe they didn’t really feel anything for him outside the life of luxury and a fat paycheck.

“You good?” Oz says nonchalantly, as he gestures for her to join him back downstairs. But there’s venom in his words, and Nell feels absolutely mortified as she shoves Zsasz away, none too kindly. The man just chuckles and offers a near-silent “you’re welcome” as Nell walks away, taking up stride beside Oz.

The walk back to his office is different. Oz is tense. He doesn’t say hello or shake any hands- he just moves along at his usual pace, carving a path through the crowd of people with ease. It’s not hard for Nell to keep up with him, and as she follows she wonders what she’ll even say. She wonders what he must think of her.

Oz relights his cigar as soon as they reach the office, immediately taking a seat and picking up where he left off with his paperwork. Nell stands in the doorway for a moment- she really doesn’t know what to do. Oz loosens his tie, pulling it off after a moment and undoing the top few buttons of his shirt, giving Nell a glimpse of the heavy gold chain he wore around his neck

“You gonna sit down? Because you’re more than welcome to go back upstairs and hang out with Zsasz.” Oz asks, and he doesn’t even look up at her. Nell sighs and makes her way around the table, taking a seat next to Oz. The loveseat is barely big enough for the two of them, and her arm brushes his for a moment as she sits back, smoothing her palms over her black suit pants.

“Oz-”

“I don’t need an explanation, Honey.” He says, calm as ever.

Nell doesn’t like this- she doesn’t want this. It’s been ten fucking minutes and he’s already giving her the cold shoulder? She wishes he’d be mad- she knows he wants to be. But he seems perfectly content accepting that she and Zsasz have something going on- and Nell’s heart deflates as she realizes he might just be used to being rejected. The music blasting from downstairs is too loud for her to even think. What should she do- what should she say-

“I’m not- I’m not interested in Zsasz, Oz.” she explains.

“Alright.” Oz brushes her off once again. “He didn’t seem like your type anyways.”

He’s absolutely not

“Oz-” Nell sighs, and he turns to her, relaxing a moment as he tosses down his papers and their eyes meet. He still looks exhausted but there’s something more to it. Nell opens her mouth to say something but quickly closes it again as she tenses her hands. What should she say? A moment of silence and he raises his eyebrows at her, expecting a response that will likely never come.

Oz studies Nell’s face as they think- their eyes practically sparkle with the reflection of the lights from the club downstairs and fuck, did they always have that many freckles? Dotting across their cheekbones and ears, a few disappearing under their open collar. They’re fucking stunning.

“Oz,” Nell’s voice wavers as he searches their face, and they sound nearly breathless. He’s so close they can smell his cologne and the smoke from his forgotten cigar makes their eyes water. She knows he wants this- knows he wants her. Nell isn’t good at talking, especially when it comes to something this personal but-

Fuck it

Ambivalently, Nell leans forward and kisses him. The feeling of Oz’s scar on her lips is unfamiliar but so comfortable, and she closes her eyes as Oz leans into her. He responds almost instantly, like he was waiting for them to make a move- and Nell’s head spins as large hands grab her waist, pulling her closer. She obliges, bringing her hands up to hold his face and deepening the kiss, their noses bumping awkwardly in their eagerness. Oz leans further into her even as she pulls away, and Nell stops him with a hand to his chest- reveling in the feel of his velvet jacket and dragging her hand down to settle on his side.

“Someone could see us-“ Nell warns with a gasp, as Oz leans into her. The lack of a door to his office wasn’t helping her anxiety, but she gave into him still- placing her arms over his shoulders and pulling him in to press a kiss to her neck.

Oz ignores her, continuing his ministrations as he snakes an arm around her waist, the other dipping low to grab at her soft thigh. Nell can’t fucking help herself as she turns, sliding into his lap, straddling his hips, and- fuck, sitting on him is immediately more comfortable. She’s been physically close to Oz before but this was something else. He’s so soft and warm, and Nell moans into his mouth as he kisses her again. They’re completely pressed against one another now, and Nell finds it hard to even breathe as she glides her tongue over Oz’s lower lip, smiling into the kiss as she bites down.

Oz takes that in turn and slides both palms to her hips, tugging her down to fully sit in his lap.

“Fuck, Doll, you feel what you’ve been doin’ to me?” He asks, voice hushed and breath heavy as Nell grinds down onto him. And she sighs as he rubs up right there- but it’s not enough. Nell lets out an embarrassing whine as her hands roam Oz’s chest, grabbing a fistful of his collar, working down a few more buttons.

Oz leans forward, moving Nell with him as he grabs at the back of their suit jacket, his opposite hand trailing up the inside of their leg and rubbing his fingertips hard into the apex of their thighs, gold teeth grazing their collarbone before taking a bite- hand moving up their back, around to palm their chest and-

“Oh fuck me- I forgot you’re strapped.”

Nell lets out a genuine laugh at that- tossing her head back as Oz swiftly pulls his hand away from her side-arm. With a smile on his face, Oz kisses her, hands settling on her waist as she removes her jacket and the holster under her arm. They separate again when she pulls it over her head, pausing for a moment to figure out just where to put it.

“You really wanna do this right now, Sweetheart?” Oz inquires, running a hand down her thigh. Still in his lap, Nell turns to place her side-arm on the nearby table before returning to him. Oz looks like a mess- he’s looking up at her with those warm eyes, half-lidded, breathing heavily as his hands clench at the soft flesh of her hips. Both his hair and collar are mussed, and Nell smiles at the thought of him looking this way just because of her.

“You really wanna wait for everyone to clear out?” Nell asks, looking at the clock. It’s only a little past midnight. As she does so, Oz untucks the back of her shirt and finally, finally, grazes a rough hand over her lower back- and Nell shudders, nearly letting out a moan as she arches into the touch, hips canting over him. Their movements are rushed- they both know someone could walk in at any moment- but the thought doesn’t stop either of their wandering hands moving to undress each other as little as they could.

It takes everything in Oz not to rip Nell’s shirt buttons clean off but he’s patient, he takes his time, and after a moment he’s rewarded with the open skin of her neck and chest as she unclasps the front of her binder- a reminder that she’s supposed to be working right now.

“Fuck-” Nell gasps as Oz sucks a dark mark into the spot where her neck meets her shoulder, tongue running over her skin before moving lower to leave another. All the while Nell reaches down and fumbles with his suspenders, earning a shuddering gasp as she impatiently palms him through his pants. He’s so fucking hard and pushing up into her hand as she pulls away. Oz watches, face flushed as Nell stands, shimmying out of their pants, and Oz focuses on the show of skin- thick thighs just asking for him to take a fucking bite- and for a moment Oz worries because there’s no way he’ll last if they just have their way with him on the couch in his office.

He’s infinitely more concerned for himself when Nell drops to their knees in front of him.

“Come here-” Nell nearly begs as she wraps her hands behind his knees and pulls- sliding his hips forward and letting him relax into the loveseat. Oz can hardly contain himself as she reaches up, working at the buttons of his pants.

“Nellie, I don’t wanna disappoint you Honey, but if you keep doing that I’m-” Oz’s sentence is cut short as she pulls him from his pants and just looks at him for a second, licking their lips and giving him an experimental squeeze before leaning forward and running her tongue up the underside. Oz throws his head back, a hand coming up to grab Nell’s hair as they suck the tip into their mouth, swirling their tongue over it, tasting him-

Fuck.

He stops Nell with a gasp- grabbing her face in both his hands to keep still, waiting a moment before he finally moves to look at her. She’s obedient as ever- looking up at him through thick eyelashes with their soft lips wrapped around him. Their eyes meet and Nell smirks, opening her mouth just enough to let their tongue loll out and lick across the base as she takes him deeper, and Oz gasps, pulling her off him with a pop.

Nell moves up to kiss Oz desperately. He tastes like whisky and vanilla and it’s intoxicating- and it’s Oz’s turn to let out a near-moan when Nell pulls away and spits onto him before reaching down and coating it with a gentle stroke of her hand.

“How long’s it been since someone took care of you, Honey?” Oz practically purrs, hands sliding under Nell’s thighs to move them forward so they’re kneeling over him again. He takes a moment to feel their curves, palms gliding over their thighs and giving a squeeze before moving further. Oz palms the small of her back as his fingers ghost over her, swiping through the slick between her legs.

“You know how long I’ve wanted this? How much I wanna fucking spoil you?” Oz’s voice is barely above a whisper, lips brushing their sternum as he slides a thick finger into them, and Nell lets out a shameless moan as he presses forward until she’s grabbing at his shoulders for support as she hovers over his lap. Oz takes that opportunity to suck a mark into the soft skin of her chest as he pulls out, adding a second finger and fucking growling at how tight she is. He moves to another spot on her chest then, biting her hard as he fucked her slowly, curling his fingers into her. Nell expected to be humiliated by Oz’ enthusiasm but being at the center of his attention was- hot.

“You’re so fucking wet, Sweetheart.” Oz croons, pressing a kiss to her throat. It’s too much- feeling the drag of his tongue and teeth over her pulse as his thick fingers stretch her open. His other hand moves to rub circles into her peak, the feel of the ice-cold chain around his wrist burning her warm thigh. Nell can’t help but whine his name as she comes fast, grabbing the back of the loveseat as she shudders, knees shaking and breath unsteady. And Oz, goddamn him, is smiling up at her, flashing that gold-toothed grin as he uses his fingers to fuck her through it before bringing his hand up and tasting her.

“Fuck, Oz, please-“ Nell chokes out, grinding against him. He’s still so hard- how could he not be- and he can’t possibly say no to them- not when they’re begging to take him for a ride. He doesn’t even bother with his pants- pulling them only halfway down his thighs before guiding Nell’s hips, fingers biting into them as they slide down and fuck. They’re so tight and warm as he pushes in and- Oz can’t find the words to tell Nell to stop as they take him to the fucking hilt- so he just grips their hips tighter, keeping them still while he’s fully inside them.

Nell whines, canting her hips, and Oz’ eyes roll back at the feeling. He knows she’s stronger than him- he knows she could move his hands away and fuck him right if she really wanted, but she’s holding back for him, and Oz finds it so endearing.

Nell can’t hold back for long though, and after a moment he lets her lift her hips, pulling nearly off him before sliding back down- and Oz is seeing stars, hands roaming as she sets a pace before resting on the curve of her back. Nell looks at him and gloats as she takes in his expression, eyes shut and trying desperately to concentrate as she bounces in his fucking lap. He fits her perfectly, and she’s never felt so- so full before. She angles her hips forward, grinding into him, letting out a gasp as he brushes up right there, and Oz moans into her neck, biting down on her once more.

“Jesus, fuck, Oz I’m-“ Nell tries to warn him but she can’t seem to form words as she comes again, thighs squeezing Oz’s hips as she chases the high- his hands grabbing hard enough to bruise as he drags her to meet his hips. She’s hot and wet and gripping him like a vice, and he knows he isn’t going to last much longer with her continuing to ride him through it, unwavering.

Oz doesn’t ask where she wants it- he’s too caught up in the way she’s whining on top of him as she comes, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him in for a sloppy kiss. He loves seeing her like this- his fucking personal guard, all rough and intimidating, falling apart in his arms as they come with his name on their lips.

“Good girl- good fuckin’ girl-“ Oz praises, pulling Nell down onto his hips as he finishes, moaning against their skin as he just fucking fills them, reveling in the feel of his spend leaking out, coating him, dripping onto the couch below. It takes Oz a second to even remember where they are- the loud music and flashing lights now much more evident from downstairs. Nell looks spent, a thin sheen of sweat glossing their skin and a concerned look on their face.

“Was that okay, I-“ she starts, but Oz interrupts her by pulling her toward him, their lips meeting in a surprisingly gentle gesture. Nell hums as he pulls away, hand remaining on their face as the other smooths over the blooming bruises on their thigh.

“Jesus, Nellie, look at you-“ Oz starts, brushing a thumb over an angry, red bite mark on her neck. For a moment they just look at each other before Nell takes a breath, smoothing her hands over his chest and relaxing into his lap.

“I can’t believe you’d think I have something going on with Zsasz.” Nell chastises, earning a chuckle from Oz. She leans in and kisses his cheek, a hand on his face, before sliding off him and tugging on her boxers while Oz straightens himself out. Their silence is awkward- at least to Nell- and she worries about what to do now as she buttons her shirt, pulls her pants on, retrieves her side arm from the table-

“I don’t think I need to tell you this-“ Oz starts, and he’s practically back to normal when Nell turns to him, hair and tie straightened out and shirt only slightly disheveled. He’s reaching for one of the decanters under the table as he talks, and Nell panics about what he might have to say.

“If this isn’t okay we can just-“ She can’t stop herself from interrupting.

“Doll, you have no idea how long I’ve had eyes for ya’.” Oz surprises her with his words. Sure, she’s known for a while that there was attraction between them but the thought of them being serious? She figured Oz could never entertain the idea. “I’d just prefer it if Falcone didn’t find out about us.”

Nell smiles genuinely before looking down to hide their face as they fix their tie, and Oz stands then, retrieving Nell’s jacket from the floor and allowing her to put it on. He reaches forward, straightens out their collar and smooths down their lapels before their eyes meet.

“I’m bad at this, Oz.” Nell whispers, bringing her hands up to grab his jacket- just to hold onto him somehow.

“I don’t care if you’re bad at it, Honey- we’ll just be real quiet about it when Carmine’s around.” and Nell takes a moment to admire the way he smiles at her before leaning in to kiss him. This time there’s no rush to it- no desperation in the way they pull each other close- and Nell smiles against his lips as she wraps her arms around him.

“I can do that, Boss.”

#oz cobblepot x oc #oz cobblepot x reader #oswald cobblepot x oc #oswald cobblepot x reader #the penguin x oc #the penguin x reader #oz cobblepot #oswald cobblepot #just shut up and let me fuck this old man #if you know me in real life no you don't #nan writes #20220 penguin #the batman penguin

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storytellersumayyah · 1 year

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Every conversation with my mother follows the same structure.

It begins with an unrelated topic.

Which leads into an admission of emotion. I make it with baited breath, wondering if this time is going to be different. If this time, promises will be kept.

The admission leads to a broken promise. Because she does not listen. Not properly. Instead it becomes a recollection of her childhood. Of my sister's life. Of everyone's pain but mine.

I try to steer us back on course. For once the air in the room is for me. I am not going to waste it untangling the web of someone else's hurt.

She does not let me. She gets defensive. The blame shifts to me.

I remind her that I am a child, not a parent.

I tell her that sometimes, your best is not good enough. I do not tell her that she was the one who taught me that first. I tell myself that next time I will. (Since every time is the same, I won't.)

Something in her face tells me she might finally understand what I'm saying.

But then she lowers her gaze and presents she does not see.

And since children imitate their parents before anyone else, I do the same.

I tell myself I won't ever end up in that situation again. I say to myself that I will avoid all of those minefields because there are things I will not say to her and there are truths she cannot accept.

A few days, weeks, months, later, a conversation starts.

It is about an unrelated topic.

I leave wanting to scream until she realises how imperfectly everything has turned out. I don't.

every conversation with my mother is like watching a film that follows the same plot as every other one the network aired

#sumayyah writes #poetry #poem #writer #if you know me in real life no you don't #not everything i write is about me and this might be but we aren't discussing it #also this is not to say my mum is a bad person she isn't #we're just too similar and she won't listen to me if i talk about something serious #yeah

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charkyzombicorn · 7 months

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just imagine ben beckman benig female with big....breast and the boys benig overprotective....😳

It's one piece he doesn't need to be female to have big breasts next question

#one piece #Who will fight the dilf accusations alongside Shanks if you take Ben's dilf privaleges #What the Fuck did I just type #If you know me in real life no you don't

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spyglassrealms · 1 year

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had a fucking hilarious dream that tumblr replaced the "block" function with the far funnier "glock" function, which did the exact same thing except whenever anyone blocked you a random bullet hole, like a png of a bullet hole, would appear on your blog. discourse blogs were unreadable bc you'd go to the page and the sheer amount of bullet hole pngs stacked over the blogs obscured everything. I woke myself up laughing

#normally I don't chronicle my dreams here but fucking hell that one was funny #I think this would genuinely make tumblr better tbh #@ staff do this cowards #spy has thoughts #my life is a sitcom and i am my own laugh track #functional website #spy's smash hits #Glock function #edit for everyone in the notes saying 'everyone clapped'#I know I can't prove to you that it happened for real you're just gonna have to trust me on this #but I swear on my goddamn life I'm not making this up #I make so many conscious puns that sometimes my subconscious cooks up a real good one

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aboveweirdest · 10 days

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Nexa's Fic Recs (Multifandom)

This is where I'm gonna put some of my favorite AO3 fics from various fandoms. I'll try to update regularly, but I got them ADHD brain worms so I promise nothing

Mind the ratings. Always check the fic tags on your own. Happy reading!

if you know me personally no you don't

Trigun

so i'll sing to the grave (put you back together) by desertblooms - Vashwood, E, Trimax vibes

Playing for Keeps by jaybirddraws (simplestorange) - Vashwood, E, Tristamp

proximity by corvidrogue - Vashwood, T, Tristamp

la petite mort by babeyxiao and expertfool - Vashwood, E, Trimax, look this is just straight smut involving a gun. If you're not into that i would highly advise you do not read this. If you are tho..... it did something to my brain chemistry for sure

you can spend all your love making time by Anonymous- Vashwood, M, Post-Trimax fix it (this is my new canon)

Trillium and Ivy by ShastaFirecracker - Vashwood, E, funeral director!ww/garden center!vash

Only a Man by Anonymous - Vashwood, E, read this for Wolfwood begging

you'll never get enough by tagteamme - Vashwood, E, boxer/gym au

white pony by tagteamme - Vashwood, M, vampires and demons (but still on Gunsmoke)

Within Us An Orchard by plumtoad - Vashwood, E, vash is a sad plant boi and Wolfwood cheers him up feat. fruit

Heaven Official's Blessing

Bare My Soul A Thousand Times by capyshota - Hualian, E, Pacific Rim AU

Breathe by Heartbeat_Ghost - Fengqing, T, Mer AU

Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation

the best of you by sysrae - Wangxian, E, College AU

build me no shrines by occultings (microcomets) - Wangxian, E, post-canon case fic

Jujutsu Kaisen

i'll leave my light on by spookystsg - Satosugu, M, before the KFC breakup

bang bang, kiss kiss by bunkuto - Satosugu, E, Modern AU, based on that one tweet where a guy thinks he's homophobic but he's really just so gay for his roommate

Old Fandoms

(Don't expect many updates to this section)

Star Trek

Asymptote by tahariel - Spirk, E, aliens made them do it (feat. the most pining/feelings ever)

Marvel

Thirty-Eight Days and Counting by thecommodore_squid (orphan_account) - Stucky, E, Witness Protection Program AU???

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iamthecomet · 1 year

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Flip of a Switch

Fandom: Ghost

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Dew x Aether

In which Dew lives up to his (other) nickname(s) “Look at you,” Dew growls in his ear.

“Please,” Aether hears himself slur. He isn’t sure what he’s asking for, but there aren’t other words.

Dew’s almost there himself if the noises coming from him, are any indication. He whines like he’s the one whose prostate is currently getting jackhammered.

“Please what?”

Aether shakes his head, tucks his face into Dew’s neck and bites down hard enough to bruise. He basks in the noise Dew makes when he bites harder. Helpless. A noise that says he’s at Aether’s mercy even though they both know that isn’t true.

Read it on AO3

#ghost #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #nameless ghouls #dew x aether #dew/aether #I haven't written fanfiction in years #if you know me in real life no you don't #fanfiction #comet writes

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ms-hells-bells · 11 days

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is it mean that i legit think that a large portion of young people who claim to be asexual are just socially inept so no one wants to date or have sex with them, leading to a large group of virgins who go 'well, i didn't want to be with anyone anyway!', meanwhile they are constantly hornyposting and talking about how sexually attracted they are to fictional characters?

#just saw a poll with like 16000 votes and a QUARTER claim to be asexual #sorry that is complete cap i know a bunch of you just don't have any real life relationship experience because you never leave the house #i'm not saying this as an insult #i am also often socially inept and have never had a proper relationship #that doesn't make me asexual i'm just awkward and autistic and high standards

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