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jupitercomet · 1 year

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congratulations on 2k!! big milestone in your way to becoming the mayor of the world babey! how do you feel about this population expansion under your mayoralty?

🐖 oink oink for jake pretty please?? just want to see babe (haha) adopt an introvert, so can be with angel or any of the bcug(irlies) or outside, i’m not particular. or just anything really, i will hog whatever you grant us!

if I become mayor of the world we should all be very frightened, but I am loving the pig puns 😭 I decided to do it with canon Jake because I think Angel is really the only introvert and this trope doesn't totally fit them :)

warnings: language, I don't know anything about boats, this is like 2k words is it still a blurb?

If someone had told you that khaki wearing, pool playing Jake “Hangman” Seresin would end up becoming one of your closest friends, you would have looked at him entertaining a crowd of people, then back to the spot you hadn’t left since you arrived at the Hard Deck, and told them they have a weird sense of humor. Because you and Jake couldn’t have less in common if you tried. He was the loud, center of attention, flirt who never seemed to care what people thought of him. And you preferred to listen rather than talk, and only ever to people you already knew, because the thought of even one person not liking you made you want to hide under your blankets and never come out.

But a trip to a local coffee shop and a sticker from The Office on your laptop changed all of that, prompting an otherwise stranger Jake Seresin to come up and make conversation with you. Because that’s what he does. And you began to understand why Jake is so popular because he really wasn’t awful to talk to. It was the longest conversation you’ve ever had with someone you didn’t know and you left the coffee shop hours later with Jake’s number and a mind reeling from what was just the beginning of one of your most meaningful friendships.

With Jake, things were easy. If he pushed you to go out somewhere, he stuck by your side for most of the event. But he was just as willing to spend a night in too—you learned he was very good at making oven-ready pizza, which you still didn’t fully understand because, logically, it shouldn’t taste any different but it does. He just understood you, and made you happy, and was dependable in a way you never expected him to be.

It was no surprise you fell in love with him.

And that must be the reason you find yourself surrounded by a crew of Naval Aviators as Coyote drives his boat out of the dock.

“All aboard, motherfuckers!”

Fanboy cups his mouth with his hands calling back to the loudly cheering Coyote as the boat lurches into movement. “That’s a train, dipshit!”

You laugh quietly from next to Jake. You still aren’t totally comfortable around the Dagger Crew—at least, not all at once—but you do know they’re nice, and Jake always makes it fun. Even now, you feel better knowing he’s next to you, a large hand planted on your back.

“Did you bring a swimsuit?” He asks as you get farther and farther from the dock. His own swim trunk-clad body has been distracting you and you make a point to look away as you nod.

“Yeah, it’s under my clothes. Should I change?”

Phoenix overhears you and waves you over before Jake can respond, greeting you with a friendly smile as you both strip out of your clothes. You fold your t-shirt and shorts neatly, ignoring the unusual silence from the pilot who usually can’t keep his mouth shut.

“That’s a cute suit,” Phoenix compliments, though something behind you catches her eye as she lights up in a smirk. “Dontcha think, Hangman?”

You cock your head at her before following her gaze to Jake, who’s already staring at you with a pink tint to his cheeks. You look away quickly, trying to suppress the way your heart seems to skip a few beats.

“Yeah, it’s, um,” Jake swallows. “It’s nice… Nice, uh, color.”

You give him a shy smile in gratitude, moving on from the moment quickly. It takes Jake only a few minutes to recover from whatever seemed to have taken over him, and then he’s right back to joking with Javy as they both argue over where to anchor the boat. You watch the interaction with a fond smile, enjoying the brotherly-like teasing.

Not wanting to be in the way, you converse with Phoenix quietly until Jake finishes. And even though you’ve been nice enough not to bother him, as soon as he can turn his attention to you, Jake is back to his usual antics.

“Jake,” you warn, giving him a cold glare as the grin on his face grew larger. “Don’t you dare.”

He holds his hands up in mock surrender, stepping closer to you and you feel the railing of the boat press up against your back. “I’m not doing anything.”

“Jake,” you try to bolt across the boat, so you aren’t cornered, but he’s quicker than you, wrapping his arms around your middle and lifting you off the ground. “Jake!”

You can feel him laughing against you, the sound echoing around your ears as he starts running towards the edge of the boat. While Jake’s laugh usually paralyzes you for a couple minutes, the suddenly present fear of plummeting into very cold water snaps you out of it faster than usual.

“Jake!” You try to climb over his shoulder, struggling against him, but all it does is make him tighten his grip. “Put me down! I swear—”

Your threat is cut short as Jake leaps over the boat and your motivation suddenly changes from trying to get away from him to clinging to him as you both submerge into the icy waves. If you weren’t so cold, you would have definitely been worried about the fact that your arms are now wrapped tightly around his neck and your legs are clasped behind his back. And you would have been a lot more worried about the fact that his arms are squeezing into your hips. You remove one of your hands from him to wipe the water from your eyes.

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” Jake has a goofy grin on his face, his hair plastered to his forehead. “You love me.”

You’re in love with Jake Seresin. You love him the way you love a sunrise. You know that every day, without fail, he’ll be there, but you also know that every day, without fail, you’ll find something else you love about him. You’re willing to wake up at the crack of dawn, every day, just to watch him explode with color. And it isn’t even hard.

You love Jake the way you love your favorite song. You close your eyes and put your headphones in. You know every word, every beat, every crescendo. You know everything about it and, yet, every time you hear it, it’s like hearing it for the first time. You do love Jake, you love him more than he could even imagine. And something about him saying it, and not knowing, is something you just couldn’t bear.

You must have been staring for too long because Jake’s mouth is opening to ask if you’re okay, but you don’t give him the chance. Your lips are on his before he can even get the question out. His cologne fills your senses, the saltwater taste on his lips a lingering thought in your mind as you use your arm around his neck as leverage to deepen the kiss.

Jake’s grip tightened on your legs, his hands moving from your thighs back to your hips as if unable to pick a spot to settle. It isn’t until you feel his hand trace the band of your swimsuit that you catch yourself, pulling away from him suddenly. His eyes widen in surprise as you detangle yourself from him.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—” You pull your gaze away from his swollen lips, forcing yourself to paddle back to the boat and get as far away from Jake as humanly possible.

Not even bothering to dry off, you make a run for the cabin. You know you’re being a coward. Considering you’re trapped in the middle of the ocean with him, you can’t just ignore him. But you also know that you aren’t supposed to kiss a guy like Jake Seresin.

So, if you have to somehow convince Jake that he imagined the whole thing and you never kissed him in the first place, then that’s what you have to do. You just have to figure out how the hell to do that. You dart past Javy, who gives you a strange look, and continue down the steps to the cabin.

Even though you know that it wouldn’t actually do a thing, you convinced yourself that if you could just get into a room and lock a door, you’d be home free. You just have to get there first. The sound of feet moving above your head causes your heartbeat to quicken and you break out into a run. You can see the door of the cabin in front of you and as soon as you reach it, you let out a sigh of relief.

A wave of utter mortification hits you again as you lock the door and you physically cringe as you try to wrap your head around what you just did. You kissed Jake. And then you ran away. You let out a loud groan, scrunching your eyes as if that will rid the thought.

It doesn’t

You didn’t know how long you had before Jake found you, but you’re not expecting him to knock on the door as soon as he does. Your blood runs cold and you freeze as if not making a sound will somehow trick him into thinking you aren’t there.

The doorknob rattles slightly. “I know you’re in there.”

You hold your breath, refusing to say anything as Jake tries with the door again.

“Would you just talk to me?” The movement on the doorknob stops.

You’re at the door before you can fully realize it, but you still can’t bring yourself to unlatch the lock. Sliding down the oak wood, you try to steady your breathing.

“You can’t just pretend that never happened.” Jake’s voice is quieter on the other side of the door and it sounds like he’s also sitting against it.

You swallow thickly because that is exactly what you’re hoping to do.

“Will you open the door?”

“Jake, can you please just go away?” You finally find your voice, Jake's incessant reminders making you fall deeper and deeper into a pit of embarrassment.

“Why won’t you just talk to me?”

You can picture him now, head leaning against the door, confusion painted across his features.

“Please?”

“I’m sorry.”

It’s his turn to be silent, letting you take a deep breath.

“I’m sorry, I did something really stupid. I wasn’t—”

“You think kissing me was stupid?” His voice sounds almost defeated on the other side of the door.

“I—” You bite your lip. “I don’t know, I don’t want to find out.”

“Well… I don’t think it was stupid.”

Jake’s words hit you like an anvil. You never once planned on confessing your feelings to Jake—let alone in this fashion—but the potential that he also felt something for you was not something you had accounted for.

“Would you open the door already?” He tries to joke, but you can tell he’s slowly getting desperate.

You get up from the floor on wobbly legs. “You better not be fucking with me.”

You turn the lock slowly, not having enough courage to actually open the door yourself, and after a moment Jake tries again with the knob. When it opens against his weight, he looks at you, frozen in the doorway as you’re equally still inside the cabin.

“Do you still think it was stupid?” He asks finally.

“Do you think it was stupid?”

He shakes his head, taking a step closer to you. “No, I don’t think it was stupid.”

Jake is getting closer to you now and, though you’re still frozen in place, that sinking feeling in your stomach is getting smaller.

“Actually, I think it was so unstupid that I want to do it again.”

Your body processes his words before your brain does and he already has his lips on yours by the time you fully understand what he’s saying. Jake pulls you into him firmly, hands finding your hips as yours wrap loosely around his neck.

After a moment, you pull away with a small smile. “I, um, I love you.”

“I figured.”

You let out a shocked laugh at his boldness and a cheesy grin lights up his face as he dips down to your lips again.

“I love you too.”

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soleilnomoon · 9 months

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Prompt: “I don’t like them; I can barely tolerate them.” for Abarai Renji. Once again, I leave it up to you what you wanna do (but maybe enemies to lovers) Yes, I might be on a little Bleach binge right now but it's okay you like it. kiss kiss

*hides face* ok, ok, ok, hear me out, let's pretend i didn't take *insert accurate length of time here* and say i wrote this in a few days. i am so sorry i took forever and ever with this but as u know i can only give u top quality work or else i'll never forgive myself. renji is.......well *motions to him* yk how that man is, he made me suffer!!!! in a good way!!! but still i suffered!!! yk how much i love enemies 2 lovers u big brained beauty 🤭 so ty baby❤️️ also this is my first renji fic and i can't belev it.

5.2k words (don't look at me, just don't), fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni, enemies 2 lovers, angst city, angst angst city biiiitch (yk the vibez babey), smut obviously, no fluff bc who do u think i am? feat. renji being a mean petty bitch (i guess that makes him a mean dom maybe yes), sub reader bc that's what i want; there's a party with alcohol, ichigo and co. make brief appearances, bathroom sex, choking (he's sf romantic), a lot of cursing bc they're grown that's why, renji is a beast when he's jealous, reader is a lil bit of a brat but lbr who wouldn't be in that situation; mutual ""unrequited"" pining, lots of tension, fingering, rough (consensual) sex, lil bit of degradation, lil bit of a size kink, lil bit of praise kink, idk there's probably more stuff but i'm so tired rn i can't think; um renji obviously comes w his own gd warning; reader is determined to not let this man win but, hello, it's renji he always comes out on top wink wink. (if u see spelling errors/mistakes no u didn't hottie)

“when i write about all of this it becomes its own kind of violence. / i retell the story as myth, as if it were my own body devoured.” — caitlin scarano & “so much of love is violence. the desire / to be split open, invaded, mangled / and made new.” — erin slaughter

HATRED X TASTES X SWEET

you’ve never been cut out for this line of work, but your insistence on eliminating all your shortcomings is commendable. brave, even. it’s something you don’t really think about unless you want to spend the night half-drunk, rambling about the things you should’ve done but never had the courage to do.

like telling a certain red-haired, bullheaded lieutenant that he’s the most ridiculous and excessively arrogant man you’ve ever come across. all in all, you’re pretty sure telling him off won’t phase him; nothing ever does, not really anyway.

at first you try politeness; your grandmother would be proud of how well you’ve learned to bite your tongue. it’s ungraceful, but you fake it well enough that others think your emotional maturity is far above theirs. little do they know, you actually have to literally bite your tongue; simply remaining silent isn’t easy for you anymore. so, when you bite, it’s with rage, months of unshed tears and accumulated spite; you bite your tongue so hard you bleed more every time.

your unsaid words bunch together — tiny soldiers determined to strike in unison without fail — and sit heavily in the back of your throat, ready to launch forward at your command.

but you never say them, and you choke more than once; an unbearable shame to carry with you as he continues to slash at your patience, thin ribbons cascading off you like confetti. you wonder if your anger will lead to your death— or if it’ll lead to his. you intend to keep all of that hidden, though, and keep reminding yourself that eventually he will tire from berating you, from talking to you as if you’re the most incompetent being in all of soul society, from looking at you like your very being disgusts him.

that’s what you tell yourself these days. you like to conveniently ignore the way his dark eyes linger on yours during meetings — you’ve noticed that people have taken to describing them as soulless, cold and critical, unimpressed at everything and anyone.

but you see him — all of him; the raw, feral, powerful and severe side that not many have the misfortune of knowing. they think they get the real version of renji whenever they deal with him, but they never do; you know that now. you doubt it’s even intentional on his part, or maybe — just maybe — he really does hate you.

to put it plainly, as you’ve told rukia and rangiku, the sixth division lieutenant has the biggest fucking chip on his shoulder. despite the walls he continues to put up to keep others from carving out a place for themselves in his life, despite the way his words roll around his mouth, clumsily coasting down the length of his tongue before they pierce the air around you with their toxicity — you’re tired of the way he purposely singles you out time and time again to point out your inadequacies without remorse.

abarai renji is also sick of dealing with you. whenever he thinks he’s found a means of scaring you off, you scurry right back more determined and more obnoxious than ever. which is rich, coming from him.

he claims you’re inconsequential, a nuisance — a pest, even — one that he intends to get rid of permanently. it’s harsh and he’s more than aware of that, but he finds that this is the most appropriate solution to his problem. he could easily ignore you; he could try to keep his comments to himself and try to be somewhat cordial whenever you cross paths. but he won’t. and he has no damn idea why.

“no, no come in, i have plenty of snacks for everyone.”

rukia’s voice is a constant in his life that he’ll always be thankful for. he watches her glide into the room, grinning at the friends she’s invited over, her laughter like soft bells that is easily recognizable even with all the conversation happening. when he feels his chest constrict, an uncomfortable, yet familiar warmth stretching over his skin, he decides to drink so that he can ignore the sensation and forget.

a feeble attempt, because he knows how this will all end — with him drunk off his ass in an even worse mood than he started.

mouth opening, renji prepares to tell rukia to get better sake, when rangiku leads you into the living room where he’s lounging comfortably. the bottle in his hand grows heavier by the second and suddenly he’s not very interested in drinking anymore. already, his foul mood from earlier returns, and every step you take only fuels his irritation; it bubbles underneath his skin, making him frown and grip the bottle tighter.

you don’t need to look at him to know that he’s glaring at you — he always is. rangiku feigns obliviousness as she encourages you to go make yourself comfortable while she fetches snacks with rukia. you stare at both of them, wide-eyed, confused — a pleading look sliding onto your face after a few moments, but they assure you both that they’ll be back shortly.

with a sigh you sit on the armchair adjacent to him, determined to just remain quiet in the hopes that he’ll just ignore you for once. sitting up straight, discomfort finds its way to the pit of your stomach, swirling around as you fidget with the bracelet around your wrist. his eyes watch your movements with an obsessiveness that startles him; there’s no reason why he should be interested in the shape of your fingers, there’s no reason why he should be interested in the way you keep brushing stray curls away from your face, and there’s no reason why he should be interested in possibly fucking you when he knows for a fact that he is absolutely uninterested in you.

his disinterest runs so deep it spoils the taste of the sake, but he takes another swig anyway. the alcohol burns as it travels swiftly down his throat, and it just so happens that you glance over at him — innocuous, an attempt to gauge his annoyance level — as his throat bobs and your mouth dries at the sight.

you turn your face away quickly, a traitorous flush crawling slowly along your skin, unjustly warming your cheeks. inhaling deeply, you do your best to will the blush away to no avail. where the hell are rukia and rangiku? surely it can’t take that long to grab snacks. you’re tempted to go find them, but you have a sinking feeling that it would turn you into a coward.

and you refuse to give that man any more ammo against you.

IT’S X (NOT) X YOU

what initially starts as a small get-together, quickly turns into a party; leave it to rangiku to liven things up, her laughter infectious and whimsical, flitting about like a persistent hummingbird as she encourages everyone to play drinking games with her. experience taught him better than to engage because despite his high tolerance, there’s really no beating rangiku when she’s on a roll.

but when you emphatically agree to play with the rest, fury rises in his chest; your audacity, it seems, knows no bounds — and, yes, he understands the hypocrisy in his critique. he just doesn’t care.

the games are every bit as simple and ridiculous as you thought they’d be, but as everyone seems to be in relatively good spirits, you play along. not normally competitive with things like this, you get into the swing of things when you win round after round.

cheers resound nearby at your success, but throughout the evening, you feel renji’s stare and do everything in your power to not give in and look back at him. a tough feat to say the least, as you are always acutely aware of his presence; and when you do happen to sneak another glance, his legs are spread and you curse under your breath for finding that attractive.

foolish, you chide, so fucking foolish.

renji sucks his teeth as he feels a heaviness in his head; groaning loudly he swirls around what little sake he has left in his glass before finishing it.

“you lose again,” rukia’s voice is soft and teasing, but he’s annoyed and can’t be bothered with talking to her right now. she pats his shoulder gingerly before standing up to head to the kitchen. his mind is a mess and he blames you for it completely.

“i don’t fucking care,” he says gruffly to her retreating figure, not bothering to elevate his voice as he’s sure she heard him. and he really doesn’t care; he’s trying to tell himself to calm down, but he can’t.

the fault completely lies with you — of course it does, everything you do agitates every cell in his body. the reason is simple, and he hates that he doesn’t want to admit it — he’s so undeniably attracted to you that it pisses him off. he takes in your appearance for the twelfth time that night, admiring the softness of your cheeks, the fullness of your lips, the way you seem entirely too animated as you laugh at someone’s lame joke — and yes, he can tell it’s not funny from how your laughter dies down after a few seconds.

if he had better sense, he’d stop looking at you, but he can’t now; he might blame the sake for this later.

the intensity behind his gaze is enough to bring an inextinguishable heat along your skin. it’s only unpleasant because it travels down to your lower abdomen and brings about an agonizing ache between your thighs. at first, you do the sensible thing and ignore it; but the longer he stares, the more you want to look over, until finally you can’t take it anymore.

“i’ll be back,” you mumble to the other guests, although you doubt they hear you with how rowdy everyone is being; the noise isn’t unwelcomed, the distraction serves to mask your footsteps when you scurry from the living room to the back corridor, turning corner after corner until you find the bathroom.

a coward — that’s what you are.

you barricade yourself in there without thinking, heart pounding loud enough to disorient you. after several long minutes, you splash water on your face and take a few deep breaths.

“i can’t believe i ran away,” your voice is so soft you barely hear the words — almost as if you’re still in disbelief over the entire situation. there’s something off about renji tonight; the tension between you was more palatable and tangible than normal.

even though you feigned nonchalance as best as you could, there were so many moments where you couldn’t help but watch him too. pitiful. absolutely pitiful. there’s no excuse for it, and yet you struggle to find one anyway.

as you look at your reflection in the mirror above the sink, you try to convince yourself to head back out there. sooner or later, people will realize that you’ve gone missing — and rangiku is nosy enough and like a bloodhound when she’s drunk. your time is incredibly limited now.

there’s no reason for you to continue to avoid the inevitable, so you sigh and give yourself a small pep talk before heading back outside.

TRUTH X OR X …

renji’s mood doesn’t improve at all; in fact, it worsens the moment ichigo sits right next to him. he’s not even sure why this sets him off, but even closing his eyes and counting backwards does nothing to keep him calm.

with slight difficulty, renji grits out, “what do you want?”

undeterred, ichigo stares at renji pointedly, voice steady as he says, “you could go after her, you know.”

again, renji sucks his teeth loudly, arms folded against his chest, right leg bouncing slightly as he taps his foot on the floor. punching ichigo would be pointless, and then rukia would get involved and he doesn’t have time to deal with the fallout from that so he keeps his hands to himself.

besides, his anger is obviously misdirected right now. he knows — he knows —but he doesn’t care, so he doesn’t mince his words when he responds with, “go after who?” through his peripheral, he can see ichigo’s patience has also reached its limit.

“you’re not that stupid, so stop acting like it.”

normally, renji would take the opportunity to mes s around and argue back and forth, but he might actually fight his friend if he doesn’t walk away. so, he does; abrupt and without looking back, footsteps heavy on the hardwood floor.

maybe he just needs to change his approach with you, maybe talking things out would work in his favor; or maybe he needs to fuck you hard enough to purge you from his mind.

he lies to himself when he considers the first option, because it’s the second option that drives him to walk a little faster, head full of impossible thoughts as he wonders just how far you’d let him go.

when renji finally finds you, you’re in the middle of rebuffing the advances of an unfamiliar guest — they’re drunk, handsy, and keep oscillating between giving you cheesy pick-up lines and berating you for rejecting them. but you stand firm, and your voice is relatively loud when you tell them, “for the last fucking time, go away.”

under normal circumstances, renji would let you handle this yourself; he has no desire to play prince charming or be a knight in shining armor. you’re more than capable, and he’s seen the way you fight and argue to defend yourself — but, it’s when they place a wandering hand on your hip that he loses sight of all of that.

a brief moment passes, where your blood boils as you contemplate how best to kick their ass, but you never get the chance. a rather large shadow hovers over you both, but you already know who it is without having to look properly.

renji is a force to be reckoned with on a good day, but he’s at his fucking limit right now.

he doesn’t ask, doesn’t give any options for retreat, doesn’t say a word when he yanks them off with a brute strength that surprises even you.

now, can he really be blamed for throwing them into the neighboring wall hard enough to make a noticeable hole? and is it really his fault that the drunk can hardly walk as they clutch their broken arm while murmuring something unintelligible, something that renji takes as a sign of them wanting a repeat demonstration?

consequences be damned, he gives the drunk a lethal look before they scramble away in fear.

“loser,” he says loud enough for them to hear, but they don’t double back or even try to go toe-to-toe with the hot-headed lieutenant. you watch, half-amused and half-impressed with the unnecessary machismo, but still, you know better than to chastise him right now, especially when your heart sputters out of control from his proximity.

“…thanks,” you say, a faint flush on your cheeks, voice soft, head fuzzy when you realize that renji — aka mr. “i’ll fight you on everything any day of the week unprovoked for no reason other than to drive you crazy” — saved you. unprompted at that.

you make the mistake of looking up at him, your nerves prompting you to take a small step back when you realize that the usual hostility that renji reserves for you specifically is nowhere to be found. in its place is something more unreadable — or, rather, you don’t want to read into it for fear of being wrong.

renji steps closer, which makes you back up again until your back hits the wall and you’re no longer able to escape.

“we need to talk,” he says suddenly, but you shake your head, non-verbally objecting to the idea, curls bouncing wildly with your exaggerated movements. since he knows he’s pressed for time, he grabs your face with his large hand and stops you from moving. “that wasn’t a request.”

swallowing rusty nails would be better than dealing with your conflicting feelings over renji right now, because he’s much too close to you and now you’re forgetting why it is you hate him in the first place. ironically, he’s in the exact same position. so far, he’s acted on impulse over you more times than he can count tonight, but he supposes that’s to be expected — you are a wildcard, after all.

“what if i don’t want to.” your response is clumsy, the words tumbling one after the other. “what if i want you to leave?” you don’t actually mean that, but you throw it at him anyway, to see if maybe this was all a fluke, and maybe, just maybe he’ll remember himself and you both can go back to fighting like usual.

he considers your question, goes so far as to release your face to wrap his hand around your throat instead. your sharp inhale and parted lips tell him all he needs to know.

with a slightly raised brow, he asks, “well, do you?”

because if you do, he’ll walk away right now. but he knows what your answer will be, he just has to drag it out of you. he squeezes your neck to remind you to hurry it up, and before you can answer him properly, he places his leg in between yours, pressing close enough that you roll your hips forward while whimpering softly.

he really didn’t think any of this through, but luckily the adrenaline from it all won’t wear off anytime soon, so he’ll improvise along the way. he spent most of the night dealing with a semi-hard cock that wouldn’t listen to reason no matter how many times he tried to stop thinking about you. but now? all of that restraint goes out of the window, and before he can question it, he kisses you.

you’ve kissed plenty of people in your life — some good, most were mediocre and uninspiring — but renji actually takes your breath away. everything about him commands all your attention; from the way his lips move against yours greedily, leaving behind burning kisses that make your nipples harden underneath your clothes — to the way he thrusts his tongue in between your plush lips, licking inside of your mouth hotly, igniting an inextinguishable flame deep inside of you.

he grabs your hip with his free hand, squeezing hard, fingers digging firmly. all the irritation from earlier dissipates completely, leaving you feeling lightheaded and needy; you grind against him recklessly, arousal dampening the front of your panties, clit sensitive as it rubs against the delicate fabric. his cock presses against you — thick, long, and hard — and you wonder if this is why he’s so angry with you all the time.

was it always that simple?

if you asked the question aloud, he wouldn’t know what to tell you — it’s a combination of things, but mostly he’s an idiot; he knows that now, but likewise you’re an idiot too. you just don’t realize it yet.

it’s renji who pulls away first, lightly panting, breath warm against your lips as he releases his hold on your neck. he doesn’t know where he finds the strength to string together a coherent statement, but his voice is low and husky when he speaks. “answer my question.”

you blink at him, completely in a daze, lips slightly swollen from all the kissing. “wh-what?” you don’t remember what he asked you, and you don’t care.

“do you want me to leave?”

for some reason, you completely forgot that you told him that. you rub your lips together and run your hands along his chest. “no.” the answer comes out automatically, without hesitation, and that’s all the encouragement he needs.

“good.”

SAY X IT X LOUDER

he picks you up with ease, almost as if you weigh nothing; a small squeal spills out of you as you wrap your legs around his waist, and renji gives you a sly smile — one laced with mischief and an unspoken promise of what’s to come.

you’re back in the bathroom again, this time sitting on the counter with renji standing in between your legs. his hands coast along your curvy hips and down your thighs. he’s touching you but he’s not touching you and it’s driving you crazy.

with hurried, eager hands you both undress, and for the umpteenth time you internally curse this style of uniform; still, it doesn’t take too long before his hands are on you again, calloused palms rough and warm against your skin. he places a kiss on your jaw, then another on your neck right underneath your earlobe; each kiss he leaves behind distorts your common sense, makes you feel irrational and impatient. your hands are soft and well-practiced, stroking his stiff cock as his hips jerk forward from your touch.

he can’t remember the last time someone had him this worked up, which pisses him off a little; because that means him fucking you once won’t settle things. at that thought, renji bites your neck and your startled yelp quickly morphs into a moan when he runs his tongue along the mark. he dips his hand in between your thighs, rubbing his thick fingers against your slit. a loud banging on the door has you looking over, and you can’t remember if he bothered to lock it once you both were inside.

your attention nearly falters, but when he pinches your clit you buck your hips, a shiver shooting down your spine at the slight pain.

“eyes on me,” is all he says, seemingly annoyed that you would dare to focus your attention elsewhere, “always keep them on me.” what he means by that, he doesn’t know, but you take the command at face value and nod while swallowing. he slides a finger inside of your wet pussy, and while you initially wanted to keep quiet to avoid suspicion and to prevent anyone from intruding, but you can’t now.

“renji,” you breathe, fingers trembling as you hold onto the counter for support, he thrusts his finger in and out, quick and hard, before inserting another. you clench around him, hips rocking forward as he fingerfucks you and grinds his palm against your clit. you close your eyes and moan louder than you mean to, chest heaving, thoughts jumbled and incoherent. he scissors his fingers inside of you, but quickly removes them without prompting.

“fuck!” you open your eyes again and stare at him in disbelief. “why did you stop?”

he laughs darkly and grabs your face roughly, fingers pressing into your soft skin without remorse. “what did i tell you earlier?” everything about this situation is laughable. he gave you very specific instructions, ones he thought were easy enough for you to follow. for some reason your movements are sluggish, mind in a haze as you scramble to remember but nothing comes to mind.

as you open and close your mouth, looking every bit as adorable as you are alluring, he decides to show you a bit of kindness.

“get down.” his command comes swift, his patience practically nonexistent; precum glides down the head of his thick cock, but he ignores it for the sake of teaching you a lesson. you don’t bother waiting for him to repeat himself and slide off the counter. “turn around.”

like a doll, your movements are dictated by renji with simple, short statements. nothing about that phases you, though; it’s all very exciting, so when you do turn to face the counter, you bend forward and lean over the counter. renji admires the roundness of your ass and slaps it hard.

again, you find yourself moaning loudly, without shame and not caring about the volume of your voice. surely the others won’t pay attention, as they’re still very drunk and are entertaining themselves with more games. another slap on your ass has you grabbing onto the counter again, legs shaking, arousal dripping between your thighs in anticipation. if renji doesn’t fuck you soon, you might actually die.

he knows he’s taking too damn long, but it’s much more interesting making you work for him. he rubs the tip of his cock against your puffy pussy, gliding it in between your slick folds, your moans sweetly wrapping around him once he pushes inside of you slowly. someone bangs on the door again, making you look over, anxiety quickly filling your head with unnecessary what ifs that almost command your full attention.

with narrowed eyes, renji grabs onto your hair, curls soft in his hand, and yanks hard.

“the fuck did i say earlier?”

goosebumps travel down your arms as a different kind of awareness and clarity surges through you quickly. you blink at your reflection, watching the way he towers over you, his muscles hard and defined — sculpted from years of training and dedication to honing his skills. it hits you then, what he’s really asking you.

“to,” you swallow thickly, throat dry, “to keep my eyes on you always.” you say it all in one breath, gasping when he runs his tongue along the curve of your ear. you don’t know how much more you can take, but you know if you complain, if you say anything he might stop altogether.

renji’s smile is wicked and dark, his lips graze your earlobe, voice deep and gravelly, a huskiness that wasn’t there before as he thrusts into you, burying his cock deeply.

“good girl.”

he refrains from kissing you properly, instead pushing you down so you can lean over the counter again. your mind melts from it all, and you’re panting, heart beating faster and faster as he firmly places a hand on your back.

“you’re squeezing me so tight,” he remarks thoughtfully, although you note the slight strain in his voice; as much as he tries to act like he’s not that affected by you, you know that isn’t the case at all. your pussy is every bit as enticing and heavenly as he knew it would be; he pulls back and slams his cock into you all over again, filling you completely. you try to keep watching him in the mirror, but he’s fucking you like he’s angry with himself for being so attracted to you.

and he absolutely is. it’s a truth he fought against for so long that he’s given up on denying it now. your moans drip onto his skin like caramel, sticky and sweet, and when you say his name like that — your voice going higher and higher from the ferocity of his thrusts — he nearly loses his mind.

“fuck,” he says out loud, grabbing your hip roughly, your wetness coating the length of his cock, “you’re taking me so well.” he knows you can’t really answer him, and he likes that; you’re beyond caring at this point, instead focusing on the way his cock reaches a spot that has you bouncing your ass and fucking yourself against him. normally, renji would play around and edge you in retaliation, but he’s too far gone, completely under the spell of your pretty pussy, with how soft and tight it is.

you’re not sure how you got here, but you’re drowning in ecstasy right now. he instructs you to lift your leg to rest it onto the counter, pulling out momentarily to help you position and spread your legs further apart. he plunges his cock into you again, keeping his hips closer as he gives you shorter, frenzied thrusts. your head spins and you can’t think straight, but that doesn’t matter. all you care about is the way renji is angling his hips, rolling them forward to pound into your cunt roughly, balls heavy as they smack against your ass.

“oh, oh, oh.” you swear your life flashes before your eyes, because something possesses him, his strokes shorter, brutal, and frenetic. drool slides down your chin, your voice hoarse from how loud you’ve been. you’re sure someone’s heard you by now, but you don’t care.

how can you?

with renji fucking you like this — merciless and possessive, fingers brusing your skin, almost as if he wants to make sure you’ll be as obsessed with him as he is with you — your common decency, your morals, everything that makes you you, they don’t exist.

all that’s left is this burning desire to let him have his way with you for as long as he wants. thankfully, you have enough sense to not admit that out loud; who knows what kind smugness you’ll be subjected to if renji knew.

but you’re pretty damn transparent about it, he can tell from the way you can’t stop clenching your pussy around his cock, from how your pussy makes loud, lewd squelching noises — ones that he’ll commit to memory so he can revisit them from time to time.

tears roll down your cheeks and you sob as you hold onto the counter as best as you can, back arching, hips rocking against him with a neediness you never knew you had. there’s a tightening in your stomach and your pulse skyrocketing as a flash of white practically blinds you. he watches the way your pussy keeps swallowing the length of his cock, and you finally fall over the edge, orgasm suffocating you with its intensity.

your cunt flutters around him, gummy walls soft and hypnotic, an addiction he never thought he’d have; breathing heavily, his muscles tense and renji groans something that suspiciously sounds like your name. the thought alone makes your face burn and warms your chest in a way that doesn’t make sense. and when he finally cums, he humps into you, cum thick and hot as it spills inside your pussy, mixing with your slick wetness. a completely messy affair, but he doesn’t care — it’s not his bathroom, after all.

legs trembling, you’re limp and incapable of movement, whimpering and whining until he finally pulls out of you.

renji runs a hand down his face, feeling spent but more than satisfied. suddenly his shoulders aren’t so tight and tense, and his mood is much more tolerable. you do your best to stand but almost fall — your legs are useless, turned to jelly because of the man behind you. he chuckles at that, then clears his throat once he realizes. he fully expected there to be a moment of awkwardness after, but it never comes. when he sees your face — lips bruised and swollen, face flushed, eyes glazed with a faraway look — he feels compelled to kiss you again. so, he does. it’s not sweet, nor is it tender, but it still makes your heart swell all the same. he holds you close as you wrap your arms around his neck, doing your best to keep standing, even though your legs are ready to give out.

you don’t know exactly what any of this means, but you do understand him a bit better now. he’s terrible with expressing himself, but you kind of like that about him; and maybe this isn’t the healthiest relationship, but life was uncertain and you’d take renji fucking you like it’s his last day alive over him openly hating you any day.

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sparrow-orion-writes · 6 days

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Flash Fiction Friday Babey!!

In Memory / When he felt fear.

You have stood here before, once. You were smaller then, breathless and scared as you stood surrounded on every side. The thick bark of the trees had grazed you, the twigs snapping under your feet. There was blood from the grasp of thorns. You see this moment as you stand here. Your face calm, your eyes closed. You grew into your skin so well that it has become like paper - translucent over your aching bones. Your jaw is tight with the memory. You can feel the way your teeth press into each other - bone on bone. You remember that, too, don't you? Prying your little hands free of barbed wire and exposing bone like a wrapper peeling off a cake; taking muscle and sinew in your inexpert fingers. You bled, and you screamed, and you realised for the first time that you only had yourself as a hero. And only yourself to blame. Now, you open your eyes, you look up at the sunlight (it is not night, and the trees do not swallow the moon) and you remember what that child had felt. It rocks through you with a gust of wind - gentle and yet it tears through like nothing you've ever known. You sway where you stand, green eyes watering the leaves beneath you. You begin to cry. How did you forget? When did you forget? You have stood here, before.

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@rickie-the-storyteller @mayarab @gabe-killed-me-with-ace-cream @kaylinalexanderbooks @sender-paulson

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#flash fiction friday #prompt fill #wip; the poison complex #oc; april

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araluen-arrows · 2 years

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underrated scenes from the icebound land

you know what time it is, babey (tw: icebound land content, including drug addiction & canon-typical violence)

- when the wolfwind is weathering a massive storm, and will looks at evanlyn and wishes she hadn’t been captured, but also recognizes that if she wasn’t here, he wouldn’t have a reason to continue on?? oh my god.

- halt arguing with crowley over wanting to leave and find will.

- the scene where duncan is forced to banish halt, and the following scene where crowley has to take halt’s oakleaf from him, and gilan tries to follow him into exile but halt insists that he remain

- halt telling horace that the girls with short skirts at the docks are messengers who have to run to deliver dispatches

- will owning the shit out of slagor by throwing his knife into the cask at erak’s prompting

- horace owning the shit out of a bunch of successive gallican knights, at the age of sixteen

- will standing up for the yard slave being whipped, and subsequently being assigned to the paddles for it

- deparnieux showing up to slap horace in the face with a gauntlet, and halt shooting it out of his hand

- erak seeing will in the yard suffering from warmweed addiction and making a plan to help him and evanlyn escape

- halt lying about being sixth in line to the throne of hibernia (he’s zeroth, actually) and then lying about the fact that he lied (he says he’s not actually royal, when horace asks him about it)

- halt faces a mounted knight with a bow and arrows and fuckin. wins

- evanlyn walking through two nights of a snowstorm to save will from slavery

- evanlyn, a princess born and raised, keeping them both alive in a tiny cabin in the skandian winter for months, attempts and fails at shooting a bow, and then makes herself an entire sling to use as a weapon

- when will shakes off the warmweed and his first words are “evanlyn! thank god you’re safe!” and wonders why she’s crying

- halt committing casual arson and going to find his fuckin son

#i love this book #rangers apprentice #will treaty #horace altman #halt o'carrick #Cassandra/Evanlyn #the icebound land #john flanagan

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missjanjie · 9 months

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Prompt List #20ish

im back babey! anyways yall know the drill, send a number and a ship, maybe an au/trope if you feel so inclined

“If you stay overnight, I’m never gonna be able to let you leave.”

“I can’t let you throw your life away for me.”

“It feels like I’m dreaming.”

“Why’d you make me fall in love with you?”

“I don’t want to lose this feeling.”

“It feels like we’re meant to be.”

“Jealous? I’m not jealous!”

“I want you to beg for it.”

“It’s time to cut yourself some fucking slack.”

“Can we fast-forward to go down on me?”

“I wish I knew you wanted me.”

“Things will get better, you’ll see.”

“I was kind of hoping you’d stay.”

“I’m single, but I have high standards and trust issues.”

“You know that’s not edible, right?”

“Give me just one night.”

“I want to get away.”

“You’re still here.”

“How do you know who I am?”

“They had it coming.”

“I’ve never been in love before.”

“It’s my turn to say I’m sorry.”

“That’s a suspicious amount of bruises.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“I just wanna be part of this.”

“You don’t give a damn about me.”

“It’s a surprise, just trust me.”

“They don’t know what they’re missing.”

“Why is that duck following you?”

“You’re not just an idiot, you’re the grand poobah of idiots. Other idiots look at you in awe.”

“We didn’t exactly hook up…”

“No, you can’t borrow my car. Not after last time.”

“I don’t want to stop loving you, and I won’t.”

“We were pretending at first, but not anymore – at least, I’m not.”

“I just need you to hold me.”

“Do you still love me like you used to?”

“I want you much more than I should.”

“You know you’re better off without me.”

“I would still pick you, even after all this time.”

“God, just ruin me.”

“I don't think I can just let it go, no matter how much I want that.”

“You’re kinda hot when you’re jealous.”

"Did you know that you talk in your sleep?"

“I didn’t realize you knew my coffee order.”

“I can’t spend another day here.”

“That’s definitely not what the picture on the recipe looks like.”

“Wow, I knew you were clumsy but I never thought it’d land you here.”

“We’ve gotten this far, may as well see it through.”

“You’ve really got a hold on me.”

“You don’t need to be in survival mode anymore. I’m here for you.”

#sentence starters #sentence prompts #writing prompts #writing starters

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anniesocsandgeneralstore · 1 year

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Random prompt idea for you, my dear! The song Ticks by Brad Paisley (because that song just screams Jake to me every time I listen to it! 😆) and while I was going to originally ask for the werewolf au, I realized it would also work for the Colts au!

The Colts are in Texas for a game (either the Houston Texas or the Dallas Cowboys, it doesn't matter to me which one!) and the Colts win so the team decides to go out to celebrate. Maybe this ends up being the night Ronnie & Jake hook up for the first time? Or maybe this is post-baby and Ronnie doesn't think Jake finds her post-baby body attractive and this is Jake telling her that he most certainly does still find her attractive.

You pick! 😊

oh frick yes motherforking nfl au BABEY !! I decided that this is the first time they hook up and I hope you enjoy love 💕

word count: 2074

warnings: football player jake, alcohol, being drunk, EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI (size kink, just the slightest praise kink, unprotected pinv, public sex, outdoor sex)

It was Mickey who convinced her to come. There was something to celebrate after all. They just beat the Texans, on their turf. It was a game everyone predicted that they would lose. But somehow, they pulled it off. Only winning by one touchdown that all-star tight end Jake Seresin just so happened to score.

So when Mickey, along with the rest of the guys who decided to go out after the game, knocked on her door and gave her those undeniable puppy eyes — Ronnie agreed.

Jake decided on the place. A little country bar in the middle of nowhere just outside Houston that he used to haunt during his college years. The place had pool and darts and the bartender didn’t kick them out immediately for being Colts. Just another win on this fated night.

It only took a few tequila shots to get Ronnie out on the dance floor. And Jake watched her from the booth he decided to occupy as he nursed his beer.

She wasn’t wearing athletic gear. It was the first time any of them had seen her in jeans. And Jake had to admit she looked good. With those jeans and that tight shirt and brown hair falling around her shoulders instead of tied up or pulled back. In her six months of being Jake’s coach, this was the happiest he had ever seen her. She was dancing and singing and joking around with the guys. Her smile took up her whole face, her laugh her entire body, and Jake liked that.

Jake liked even more the sway of her hips, the shape of her mouth as she sang along to the country songs she knew. He supposed he knew from the moment he first saw her that she was beautiful. But it was hitting him like a linebacker now.

His coach was so fucking pretty.

Draining the rest of his beer, Jake pulled himself from the booth and joined the rest of his teammates on the dance floor. They all cheered as he walked up to them. Most were just standing around, holding their various drinks and talking about the game or upcoming games. But a few were dancing. Ronnie moved away from the dance floor to take up the last of the shots she ordered, greeting Jake with a smile.

Ticks by Brad Paisley came on over the loudspeakers and Ronnie screamed with delight before downing the shot of tequila.

“God, haven’t heard this song in forever!” she laughed as she moved to the beat, head bobbing and those hips moving.

“Didn’t know you liked country music,” Jake said as he watched her.

Ronnie grinned up at him and he wanted her to look at him like that all the time.

“Grew up in the middle of nowhere Southern Indiana, I kinda had to like country music if I wanted to survive,” she replied.

“You know how to line dance?”

“Why the hell would I know how to do that?” Ronnie laughed again.

Jake jerked his head over to the dance floor. “Come on, I’ll show ya.”

“Nah, think I’ll just order another beer,” she said with a shake of her head.

“Oh, come on, Coach! Dance with the man!” Javy encouraged with a broad grin and a wink tossed Jake’s way.

Jake felt his face heat up at the implications of it. He thought he wasn’t being that obvious. But he just wanted to be close to her. Wanted to feel her skin and her heat and have her smile at him with her whole face. He didn’t know if the alcohol or the high from winning was doing this to him or what. But he wasn’t about to practice self-control.

That was something he never had been good at.

The guys standing around them started to chant dance, dance, dance, dance and finally Ronnie relented with hands raised in surrender. They cheered as Jake offered her his hand.

“Coach.” He smirked down at her as she slapped her hand into his palm.

“One dance, Seresin,” she said and he nodded.

Leading her out onto the dance floor, he showed her the moves he learned from all those barn dances his sisters used to drag him to. The two steps and little kicks, swaying her around with his hand on her waist, spinning her out and back into his chest. One dance turned into two and into three. Neither of them making any move to stop or rest as they laughed and twirled around the dance floor. Ronnie was a fast learner, and even drunk she kept a good rhythm and followed his lead.

At the end of their third song, Jake spun her out and then back into his chest again. Her giggles like bells in his ears as her hands came to rest on his shoulders. Of their own accord, his hands slipped to hold her hips — tug her closer against him. It was hot in the bar and they were both sweating but Jake didn’t care. He had seen her sunburnt and sweat dripping from her nose and yelling at him for being an idiot. He had seen her at four in the morning, barely awake with heavy bags under her eyes from watching game day footage until three. She looked beautiful then and she looked beautiful now.

“I wanna go star gazing!” Ronnie suddenly gasped loudly right into his face.

Jake looked down at her with a furrowed brow. “Like — right now?”

“Yes! Right now — immediately!” She grabbed his hand and pulled him through the crowd. “We’re in the middle of nowhere! It’s perfect!”

As they moved through the people, Ronnie asked anyone who would listen to join them. Talking loudly about how they were in the city too much, that the light pollution was going to make them go insane. Her ramblings went ignored or were denied — the other players too drunk or just not caring in the slightest. But Ronnie’s grip on his hand never relented, never faltered, as she dragged him towards the door.

He went gladly, though. The alcohol fuzzing his brain, making all his thoughts blurry and just out of his reach, didn’t let the usual warning bells go off. The bells that told either of them not to spend time alone together. That told them that anything more than a player-and-coach relationship between them was against the rules. That told them it could never be, no matter how much they thought about it.

The Texas air was slightly chilled as they stepped out onto the bar’s porch. Ronnie let go of his hand as she marched out into the gravel parking lot, head thrown back at a sharp angle in order to look at the dark sky.

“Ugh, still can’t see anything! The lights…” She gestured over at the lampposts that illuminated the parking lot.

“I’ve got blankets in the back of my truck,” Jake said, “We could drive a ways into that pasture over there.”

“Drive a ways,” she repeated with a smile. “Gettin’ more southern by the minute.”

“What can I say, Texas brings out the best in me.” He stepped closer, cowboy boots crunching in the gravel, and she laughed with her whole body.

“Wouldn’t that be trespassing, anyway?” she questioned.

He shrugged. “Not if we don’t get caught.”

Ronnie agreed with a wicked grin he had never seen on her before, but he liked it. He liked that he now knew she could be mischievous, that she couldn’t stop giggling when she was doing something she knew she wasn’t supposed to. They got into his truck and drove out into the unfenced pasture just across the road from the bar. Just enough to where they couldn’t hear the music and even the lights from the street were dim. The blankets were old and dusty, but they would do as they spread a few out across the truck bed and climbed inside.

They laid so closer their arms were pressed against one another. The feel of her skin against his own was electric, burning hot. It was like every nerve in his body was solely attuned to the places in which she touched him. And he watched out of the corner of his eye as she crossed her arms behind her head and sighed.

Ronnie’s smile really was beautiful. And Jake found himself looking at her more than the canopy of stars. More than they ever got to see in Indianapolis but he didn’t even care. Stars were a dime a dozen, but her? Right now? With those moles on her cheeks and soft brown eyes and pink lips he wanted to kiss. That was one in a million.

“I haven’t felt this happy in a long time,” she suddenly whispered as she continued to stare at the sky.

Jake craned his neck to look at her better. “What d’you mean?”

“I mean…I don’t know. I got my dream job, right? I’ve wanted this since I was a kid. Football has been my whole life and I love it. But now that I’m here…” She sighed, arms unfolding from behind her head to rest at her sides. “It’s not all I thought it would be. Everything I do is watched and scrutinized and I…Like did you know? There’s an entire twitter account that’s just a countdown to when I’ll get fired. I guess I knew going in it would be hard, but…I just feel like I can never be myself. I can never relax cause if I slip up even once…”

She sighed again, that joy Jake had come to appreciate slipping away from her eyes. Without thinking, he reached down and took her much smaller hand in his own. She looked over at him for the first time since they crawled into the bed of the truck.

“Do you feel like yourself right now?” he asked.

“Yeah…I do.”

Jake could see the stars reflected in her dark eyes. He glanced down at her lips, parted sightly as her thumb passed over his knuckles. He wanted to kiss her more than he wanted to breathe.

Suddenly he was leaning in, and she was leaning too. Suddenly their lips met and it wasn’t enough. Suddenly he was on top of her and his hand was beneath her shirt — feeling as much of her as he could before whatever bubble they had found themselves in popped. Suddenly she was moaning into his mouth and tugging at his belt.

There were no thoughts. Only some animalistic need. Her shirt rucked up beneath her armpits and one breast spilled out for him to get a taste. Both their jeans pulled down just enough. Neither of them asking any questions that would slow them down as Jake went inside her.

He groaned at how tight her walls gripped him, at her blunt nails digging into his shoulders. He hadn’t realized until that moment, with her caged beneath him in the bed of the truck he had owned since he was sixteen, how much smaller she was than him. He bet if someone were to look at them now, they would hardly be able to see her. He knew he was a big guy, as a tight-end he had to be. But it had never occurred to him that Ronnie could be this small. He felt his dick jump inside her as he was finally buried to the hilt.

“Shit, good girl, takin’ me so well,” he muttered in her ear as he began to move with shallow thrusts.

“Mm, J-Jake — so big,” she babbled, eyes unfocused as her fingers scrambled for purchase on his biceps.

“I know, I know.” He kissed the side of her head. “Doin’ so good for me. Fuck, feel so good.”

Suddenly his hips were working at a brutal pace and she was crying up to the heavens. Suddenly his thumb thrummed at her clit, wanting to feel her squeeze him impossibly tighter. Suddenly she was coming with a silent scream and her head thrown back. Suddenly Jake was spilling inside her before he even realized he was close.

They both panted for breath. Sweat cooled on their skin as Jake kissed at her neck. He could see her smile, lazy and stuck in a haze as she looked up at the stars.

Then she went stiff beneath him, her grip on his shoulders deathly tight.

“Oh, fuck, what did we just do?”

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itsyourstarboy · 2 years

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WHAM

✨Babe OC✨

Baaabe is up next in my redacted listeners! I love how she came out, she’s gorgeous ❤️

Info about them under the cut!

Hot damn 🥵🥵

My Babe is named Pixie and uses she/they pronouns

💅Demigirl💅

5’4”

😳shawty😳

Her hair is naturally blonde, and she dyes it with cheap box dye. The dye is usually a vibrant hot pink when she first puts it in, but after a week it’s already faded into that streaky pastel pink

E-girl babey 🖤

She is dominant most of the time when it comes to sexual intimacy, but very submissive when it comes to basic affection. Poor thing doesn’t know how to handle a compliment.

Tell her she’s pretty and she blue screens

She keeps to herself a lot, having been raised to only speak when spoken to, but if you get her talking she is loud.

Pix just wants to be heard

Their laugh is described as obnoxious by some, but Ash loves it.

It’s a very contagious laugh

Her love language is teasing, so if you think she’s bullying you, she’s actually flirting.

Ash wears one of those bracelets that is locked onto his wrist, and she has the key on a necklace <3

They work middle management at their office job, and they hate it.

However, they’re good at it and it pays well, so they don’t see a reason for leaving.

They’re a master at painting, she’s been practicing for over 10 years.

If she could, she would make a career out of it, but she thinks she can’t.

It was kinda instilled in her from a young age that art isn’t a real job...

Ash has tried to encourage them to profit off of their work, but his attempts have proven fruitless.

She’s definitely painted Ash in the nude (more than once)

The first time, he was just trying to be funny, and stripped in front of their canvas going, “paint me like one of your French girls”.

She was like, “okay, bet,” and now there’s a portrait of Asher hanging in their bathroom.

Milo refuses to use the bathroom when he’s over there.

30% sweet; 15% silly; 40% mom friend; 5% organized; 20% horny

They can’t fight for the life of them, I’m sorry.

She jumps at everything, especially loud noises.

She’ll drop something and her hands immediately fly to her chest to curl into herself as she preemptively flinches at the dreaded clang of object hitting floor.

She can, however, run very fast

And scream very loud

They are so tired of pizza and wings but don’t have the heart to tell Ash, so they just make sure they have dinner plans for every night.

They have some basic cooking skills, not the best, but better than their mate so it’ll do.

She is the BIGGEST sucker for Ash when he’s excited about something. Like she can’t bring herself to ever burst his bubble.

If there’s a movie coming out that she thinks looks like shit, but Ash is really excited about it, she will toughen up and go see the movie with him.

If it ends up being a good movie, sweet! The two of them had an enjoyable date night and now they can discuss the movie on the way home

If the movie ends up being as bad as Pixie predicted, she will have to physically restrain herself from making out with Ash in the theater (because she may be bored, but he’s not)

They’ll leave the movie and Ash will be chatting a mile a minute about everything he loved about it, and they’ll just smile and nod, because they may not have had a good time but Ash is really cute so they don’t care.

But if Ash genuinely asks for their opinion, they’ll be honest.

Just not as brutally as they’d prefer.

She has social anxiety, but she’s used to dealing with it since she works around so many people.

That, and she’s an extrovert, so she has to socialize sometime.

On bad days, where they get headaches from the stress, they’ll wear soft, comfy clothes (which prompts Ash for cuddles because soft, comfy babe)

If she’s at work on these days, Ash will surprise her by showing up during her lunch break with her favorite foods <3

Pet names for Asher include: Hun, Baby, Bugs, Boog, Puppy

They want a chinchilla.

Ash has a fear of chinchillas.

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direwombat · 2 years

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a nontraditional wip wednesday, but i thought it’d be fun to give you guys a little peek into my googledocs and share what my current wip list looks like since i was doing some housekeeping/organizing with them last night :] not tagging anyone today, since i did that yesterday

Words-on-the-page (mostly done planning, have started writing)

fragile creatures (on collision with our judgment day) -- Canon Divergent, Jacob/Female Deputy slowburn. Aka. The Goddamn Novel

claim me, oh claim me -- Omegaverse Jacob/Female Deputy fic

idle hands are the devil’s playthings -- Canon divergent, Female Deputy gives up and surrenders to Eden’s Gate. Rather than killing her, they “take her with loving hands and make her family”…whatever that’s supposed to means…

Needs-more-time-in-the-oven (still planning, but almost ready to write)

under the blood red moon -- Jacob/Female Deputy “werewolf”/Shapeshifter au, wherein Jacob injects himself with the Judge serum and it has some unintended consequences.

tales from hope county -- a series of oneshots told from the POVs of various citizens of hope county and how they got involved with or fighting the cult

Untitled Biblical End of Days Fic -- Biblical/Book of Revelations AU wherein the Seeds are the Horsemen of the apocalypse and Rook is an Angel of the Lord.

We’re-just-vibing-babey (we’ve got vague ideas and maybe a moodboard but not much else)

Untitled Fourth Seed Brother AU -- 2nd person POV, You’re the Deputy and you have to deal with Jonah Seed and his snakes in his region in southern Hope County

The Blizzard Fic -- Wherein Sybille and Jacob get snowed in together in a cabin in the Whitetails. Fluff and smut, nothing bad happens and they get a little taste of domestic bliss amidst the chaos of war.

The Darts Fic -- pre-canon, wherein Sybille hustles John out of $200 and Jacob comes in to win it back for him. The two hit it off pretty well.

The various kinktober prompts that are being saved for a rainy day when i can’t focus on other fics but want to write some smut :]

#wip wednesday #and these are just the far cry fics #i have a few for a handful of other fandoms too but i'm less excited about those #fc5 still has me in a chokehold #my writing process is just throwing as many balls (ideas) as possible into a racquetball court and seeing which one brains me #and that's the one i work on #until the next one brains me #and then sometimes i'm like 'hang on. i need to add another ball

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haunthouse · 1 year

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thank you so much for your inspired goncharovposting. really keeping cinema alive over at the haunthouse house

thank you!!! i havent been able to stop thinking about goncharov for the past 24 hours and it shows. i played a card game with some friends last night that involves yelling out gut reactions to prompts and i kept yelling goncharov despite knowing it didn't fit the prompt, or any prompt in the deck of cards at all, really. i just couldn't help myself it's goncharov time babey

#answered #electromelancholy #here to serve only the finest goncharov posts o7

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drustvar · 2 years

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Tonight you belong to Me

The night before Julian has to leave for a trip, Rosie has something special in mind before they must say goodbye.

For Day 7 of the Midsummer Masquerade. Shibari and Marking

Contains: dom / sub mechanics, general masochism, marking (biting + scratching), basic shibari, some light bloodplay, vaginal penetration (but its not really mentioned much), tender doms have me by the NECK Pairing: Julian / Rosie WC: 2,059 A/N: DAY 7 BABEY!!! I didn’t think I was going to write Julian again during the event just because I wanted to have an even spread but. Come on, the prompts for today were just too perfect. Rosie uses him like a scratching post but he’s quite enthusiastic about it.

It was the night before he’d have to leave for the conference in Prakra. He had hated to leave Rosie, and had all but begged multiple times for her to go with him, but she had insisted that there was too much work to be done in the shop to be gone for the two weeks it would take to get there and back.

“Asra could mind the shop, couldn’t he?” Julian had asked as he had wrapped his arms around her while she cooked.

“Asra has a life of his own, my love. We cannae just ask him to drop everything and come look after our business whenever we get the notion to run off.”

“This isn’t a ‘notion’ though,” he murmured into her hair. “This uh, this has a defined start and date. This wouldn’t be like when we visited Nevivon. Which ah, to be fair did have an estimated return time, but,”

“But who are we to argue with all the grandmas insistin’ we stay ‘just one more night’,?” Rosie laughed as she finished his sentence.

“Ah, they are a convincing bunch, aren’t they?”

“Don't look so glum,” Rosie had said during dinner. “I’ve got something real special in mind for you before you go.”

He’d hardly been able to finish eating after that. He had to reel himself in to keep from drooling over the glint of her teeth as she ate. She must have noticed, because at some point she grinned and flicked water in her glass at him.

“I said later. Good things come to those who wait.”

----------------------------------------------------

And later had come, finally. Their bedroom was dark except for the light cast by the candles scattered throughout. The smell of incense swirled in the air, dark and sweet. Rosie’s voice was soft and warm like melted honey as she whispered praises against his skin, punctuating each one with a kiss.

“Rosie,” he sighed and gave his hips the slightest arch as she ran her nails lightly over his thighs. The way the candlelight made the gold ring in her eyes glitter and the way it played over the muscles in her shoulders as they moved under her skin made him shiver with want.

“Hmm?” She purred as she dragged her lips up to meet his. She grinned as he stifled a whine against her when she ran her fingers over his length.

“Please,” he rolled against her hand as he laid and arm across her back.

“Tonight’s not for teasing, dunnae worry,” she grinned and pressed a kiss to his temple. “Tonight’s for leaving you with lots to remember.”

“Lots to remember? Oh, how could I ever forget any of this?” He grinned and hugged her close. Rosie laughed, her blonde curls tickling his nose as he pressed kiss after kiss to her neck. “If we were apart for a year, a hundred, even a thousand I could never ever forget.”

“But a visual reminder never hurts, now does it?” Rosie grinned as her nails dug into his shoulders.

Oh. Oh yes.

“Now, I might need some help. I’m still not very good at this,” Rosie’s voice snapped him out of his already near delirious imaginings of just what she was going to do to him as she leaned over to grab a bundle of red rope from the nightstand drawer. “My knots are always messy. Maybe the cord is too silky.”

Julian was incredibly patient, holding still for her and helping as much as it was possible for someone who was being tied up to do so.

“That’ll do, I think,” Rosie murmured as she leaned back to look over her work. The ropework wasn’t intricate, nor was it any specific kind of tie, mostly just focused on holding his arms and his shoulders back.

“Ah, but, my chest is looking a little bare, no?”

“It won’t be for long.”

Before he could ask what she meant, Rosie sunk her nails into either side of his collar and dragged them down his chest, bright red streaks rising in their wake. He groaned low in his throat, his hips grinding up out of reflex. She hummed as she retraced the scratches with the pads of her fingers, making them sting.

“Rosie-”

“Shh,” She pressed a disappointingly soft kiss to his jaw, quieting his voice into a whine. “I’m going to really tear you up,” she said as she trailed her lips to his throat. “Every time you look down or see yourself in a mirror you’re going to remember that you’re mine.”

“Yes, yes of course yes,” he was shivering in anticipation of those wonderfully sharp teeth sinking into his skin. “Always, always.”

“In fact,” she spoke slowly, her breath hot against his skin. “I’m going to do more than that. I’m going to mark you up so much that anyone can see that you’re mine. They’re going to see all the bites and scratches and know what a needy little pain slut you are.”

He couldn’t keep from wailing as she finally, finally sunk her teeth into the soft skin of his neck.

“Good boy,” she purred as she drew her tongue over the bite. “Be as loud as you want, you know I love your voice.”

“If you, ah,” he gasped as she bit lightly just below the first bite. “Ah, if you keep this up the neighbors may think someone is being killed.”

“I think they know the difference by now,” she laughed and kissed his nose. Before he could say anything else, she was dragging her nails hard and slow down his chest again, over and over; all he could do was squirm and moan at the wonderful burn.

She sat back on his hips to admire her work. His chest was now covered in raised welts that were an angry red against his pale skin. He panted and stared down at them before slowly trailing his eyes up her frame. He was aching in every possible sense of the word.

“Are you cold?” She asked as she shifted her weight, reaching beneath her thigh to gently, lazily stroke his cock. “You’re certainly wet, you poor dear.”

He hadn’t even noticed how much precum he had leaked. He had been too focused on how his skin burned and on how much he loved it.

“Ah, it’s fine,” he rasped in between heavy breaths. “It’s fine, really.”

“I know, you just want me to get back to tearing you up, huh?” She smiled, as the nail of her thumb dug into his hip. “But I’m getting tired of you poking my butt. Here,” she shifted and guided him in. The quiet groan that rumbled in her throat made him whine and roll his hips up to meet her.

“There,” she sighed and gave her hips a slight rock from side to side. “That’s my good boy. Now then,” she grinned and cracked her knuckles. He moaned and arched his back, offering up his chest. Rosie laughed and pushed him back down, her hands instead tangling in his hair and tilting his head back as she lunged for his throat.

“Oh God, oh god please-” his moans were an incoherent babble as she growled and shook her head, her teeth digging into his throat and scraping. When she released him, the skin was already dark and purple, the vessels beneath visibly broken. She stroked his cheek with her thumb as she pressed a soft kiss over it and its predecessors.

“Those’ll look so pretty in the morning, won’t they?”

He gulped and nodded eagerly, coincidentally also nuzzling against her palm.

“They’ll be perfect. I’ll, uh, I’ll be sure to wear something that shows them off.”

Rosie laughed and shook her head. “Oh, I can just imagine the reputation I must have for the way you show off.”

“I can’t help being proud of being yours. There’s nothing better than uh, showing off the things the person you love gifts you, is there?”

“Julie,” Rosie cupped his face in her hands as she peppered him with kisses. He whimpered happily against her lips as her hips rocked slowly against his.

“Not yet, not yet,” he whined and squirmed as she raised a questioning brow at him. “I, uh, well they’re starting to fade a little, don’t you think?” He nodded at the welts on his chest.

“Do you really think so?” She smirked at him as she traced one with the edge of her nail.

“O-oh yes. I’d hate for them to be gone before I’ve even gotten off the boat,” he bit his lip and batted his lashes at her.

“Well, as you wish.” She reared back, and sunk her nails in so hard he couldn’t stop from screaming and bucking as she tore down his chest. He saw stars, it was agonizingly slow and wonderfully fast at the same time.

“Oh…I didn’t mean to do that,” Rosie’s voice was a worried murmur as Julian lifted his head and followed her gaze. The newest scratches hadn’t just raised welts, they’d broken the skin and drawn blood. Small beads of crimson blooming down from his chest to his abdomen. He moaned at the sight of them.

“I’m sorry, baby.”

“Don’t be,” he said. He looked almost drunk, the way he stared down at them.

“Let me clean you up, at least,” Rosie’s voice was a raspy purr as she drew her tongue along the scratches, lapping up the blood. When she met his eyes it was like a dam had burst; he couldn’t stop himself from arching and screaming. He was only faintly aware of her startled expression as she clung to his shoulders and tried to ride wave after wave of his climax.

“My goodness,” she said as he finally stilled. “You sure liked that, hm?”

He nodded weakly as she set to work undoing the ropes that held him back. As soon as his arms were free he wrapped them around her and pulled her into a tight hug, murmuring and nuzzling against her neck. She petted his hair and kissed praises into his skin as she eased him down to rest with his head on her chest.

“I really should get something to clean those though, just in case,” she said, a worried crease to her thin brows. Julian shook his head and held her tighter. She wouldn’t be leaving the bed without taking him with her, though he knew she was absolutely capable of doing so.

“It’s fine, I asked for them after all, didn’t I?”

“I know but, oh, what if they get infected?”

“Darling, I’m a doctor,” he said as he brushed her cheek. “And I’m going to a conference full of doctors. It’ll be just fine.”

She grumbled something and shook her head.

“I’ll get up early and wipe them down with alcohol, will that make you feel better?” “No, you’re right,” She murmured and snuggled closer. “It’ll be fine, I’m just…well you know how I get. Besides, you're going to need as much sleep as you can get, it’s already so late.”

If he squinted he could make out the clock on the wall across the room. It was already a quarter past three in the morning. He wondered if he’d be better off staying up until it was time to go, just to be sure he would get to the docks on time.

“Dunnae even think about it,” Rosie said as she pressed a kiss to his temple.

“‘Dunnae’ even think of what?”

“I know you, you’re thinking about pulling an all nighter after I fall asleep,” she scolded, though there was a warm love to her tone. “I won’t have it.”

“I can sleep on the boat-”

“No, Julie. You need to rest. Especially after all that. If you show up looking exhausted, people will think you were actually mauled by a wild animal.”

“I just uh, well I don’t want to oversleep, that’s all.”

“You won’t, I’ll be sure to wake you,” her voice was warm and smooth just like it had been earlier in the night as she brushed her fingers over the nape of his neck. Curled up like with his head on her chest and the beat of her heart a steady lull, it was easy to be convinced, and to slip away in each other's arms.

#midsummer masquerade #vesuvia after dark #lemon #mm #julian #julian devorak #rosie #no this isnt late what are you talking about DONT LOOK AT ME!!!#sgjskgj this one was fun rosies so gleefully violent and then immediately worries #soft doms my beloved #mine

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