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alltoounwellll · 2 months

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Sirius could watch a sleeping Remus all night long. Forever even. Evading sleep himself in favour of indulging in something only he had the privilege of.

Tracing his fingertips along the scars on Remus’ face, turning silver from the light of the crescent moon that shone through the gap in the velvet draperies hanging around their bed. Watching as his brow furrowed and then relaxed from the touch of Sirius’ fingers. Listening to the rise and fall of his chest, and the quiet thumping of his heart through his shirt.

“Mmm,” he hears from Remus, eyes still closed. “What are you looking at?”

“You,” says Sirius, placing his chin on the other boy’s chest, watching him. “Just you.”

Remus cracks an eye open, “like what you see?”

“You are a treasure to behold, Remus John Lupin.”

#always thinking about them #wolfstar #alltoounwellll writes (sometimes)#sirius black #remus lupin #marauders #marauders era #sirius black x remus lupin #sleeping #wolfstar microfic #microfic #fiction #marauders map #remus john lupin #rj lupin

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callmeshaq · 26 days

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I need to see the grimes family figuring out their new family dynamic. Rick has been gone for so long, how does he fit into the dynamic Michonne, RJ, and Jude operated under? How do their personalities merge with each other? What little things about each other do they have to grow accustomed to? How is Michonne dealing with how much the kids have gone through since she’s been gone? I need to know it all!

#if not through a season 2 then someone much more talented than me should write it #richonne #rick grimes #michonne grimes #rj grimes #judith grimes #the ones who live #towl

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nukaberries · 1 year

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Hey, could I have some reactions to the male companions *coughValentinecough* reactions to seeing a female Sole Survivor outside of their radiation suits for the first time?

This is actually a really cool idea!! and I'm loving the appreciation that Nick's getting right now (Bethesda make him romanceable NOW)

Male Companions React to Seeing Sole Outside Her Radiation Suit

(Includes: Danse, Deacon, Hancock, MacCready, Nick and Preston)

Paladin Danse He can relate to always wearing a suit that hides most of his appearance. However, Sole has seen Danse out of his power armour a fair few times while they've been travelling together, he's never seen Sole in anything but her radiation suit. He won't say anything at first, wanting to keep their relationship strictly professional, but Sole may catch him staring for a little too long from time to time, before snapping out of it and pretending nothing had happened.

Deacon He'd definitely already made his guesses on what Sole looks like outside of the suit. His personal favourite theory - that Glory and Tom got sick of hearing about - was that Sole had six heads and fourteen arms coming out of her stomach. Still, he can't deny that he's somewhat taken aback when Sole eventually does take her radiation suit off. He'll make a comment on how he's relieved she has a normal amount of limbs, to which he'll refuse to elaborate on. If they're in Railroad HQ, Glory will definitely smack him across the head.

Hancock While he never would've openly admitted, despite a few passing comments about Sole's 'interesting get up', Hancock was so curious about what Sole actually looked like under her suit. He would've never outright asked though, not wanting to come off as weird. When Sole does take her suit off around him, depending on how close they are, Hancock might mention how he prefers them without the suit. He won't want to make Sole feel uncomfortable though, especially if they're not very close, so he'll leave it at that.

MacCready He has no idea why Sole insists on wearing her radiation suit everywhere. The Glowing Sea, sure. Boston Commons, maybe. But Diamond City? If MacCready ever brings up Sole's suit, it'll be more about how he doesn't understand why they wear it everywhere. When Sole finally takes off her suit in his presence, he's initially just relieved it doesn't look like he's travelling the Commonwealth with an alien, then he realises how beautiful Sole actually is. It makes travelling with her afterwards a little more awkward - for him - often finding himself quite flustered around her. He just hopes that Sole hasn't caught on yet, or that she ever will.

Nick Valentine With his own get up being rather unconventional - how often do you see a synth detective? - Nick actually appreciates that Sole only ever goes around in a radiation suit. It somehow balances out how unusual they both appear alone and makes him feel just a little less abnormal. Admittedly, he is quite curious as to what Sole actually looks like, but he'd never outright ask or make her feel like she had to show him. When Sole does take her suit off, he's pleasantly surprised, but he won't mention it, wanting to avoid making her uncomfortable, even if he does think Sole's a sight for sore eyes. Whether Sole decides to keep the suit off or she puts it back on right after, Nick won't mind either way, he's just happy to have the company.

Preston Garvey When Preston first met Sole outside the Museum of Freedom, he was almost dead certain she was an alien, seeing her take down all those raiders in her radiation suit. He's only ever mentioned Sole's choice in clothing a few times, mainly wondering how she got into that power armour when she took on the Deathclaw. He'd never actually ask Sole to take her suit off, worrying she might not feel comfortable enough to, so when she finally does, he's relieved that she trusts him enough to take it off around him. Sure, her beauty is a bonus, but he decides to keep that part to himself for now.

#i tried to write extra for nick #but i think i wrote too much for mac by default #fallout #fallout 4 #fallout companions #fallout headcanons #fallout imagines #fallout x reader #paladin danse #fallout deacon #fallout hancock #john hancock #maccready #rj maccready #nick valentine #preston garvey

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sarcasticsunshine123 · 8 months

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"Your eyes crinkle when you laugh." EJ whispered and then froze, his eyes widening in shock when he realised he said that out loud. Ricky had stopped giggling when EJ spoke, and after the words sunk in, he slowly turned to face him fully. Reacting to the eyes now on him, EJ felt his face begin to flush. "Did you– did you know that?"

"No. I didn't." Ricky said, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

They sat in silence for a beat.

"You bite your lip when you're anxious." It was EJ's turn to stare, but Ricky just smiled his tone so, so soft. "What? I notice things, too."

"It's more than just noticing, though." EJ stressed.

"Yeah." Ricky's smile didn't fade, if anything it only got stronger. "It is."

#idk this cute thing just came to me so i thought id share <3 #caswen #ricky bowen #ej caswell #sunshine writes #ej x ricky #ricky x ej #rj #hsmtmts

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atombonniebaby · 4 months

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Woo I actually have a WIP for WIP Wednesday and some art! 🙌

(I don't have the spoons to tag... mutual creatives... do your thing! ❤)

I got caught up playing again...but finally getting some more words out and this whole chapter was one I was dreading because I didn't know how I wanted it to pan out... I'm happy with it... it's just pure carnage and nothing going to plan!

Inspired by that one time we went to the Glowing sea and got our asses handed to us by 12 ferals, 7 Radscorpians and a Deathclaw...

I imagine this is Nate's battle track 🙌

"Fuck!" Nate's heart jumps into his throat, the familiar feeling of his stomach plummeting as the ground crumbles beneath them. The earth spins below him, tilting this way and that. His knees buckle and catches the horror in Danse's eyes, the glint of steel armour as he lands on his ass, the impact jarring his spine and rattling his bones.

In their distraction they missed the signs, the click of claws digging into the dirt, the shift in the shadows. They'd been so focused on the threat in front of them that they didn't notice the ones below.

A rad scorpion rears up, it's tail raised high and poised to strike, it's segmented body suspended over the hole with its legs braced on either side.

The stinger whips forward, the barbed tip piercing straight through the soft spot between the chest piece and pelvis plate. Nate holds his gasp, beaded eyes meet his, clicking mandibles and long protruding jaws.

Time slows. There's no pain, there's no sting. The poison has already started working, numbing his body and muddling his mind.

The sounds of laser fire and shouting are drowned out by the rush of blood in his ears, by the throbbing of his heart, by his own panicked gasping.

Two more scorpions join the fold, together, Danse and MacCready fight them back. But they won't see. The forth scorpion. It's crawling over him. It's right above him. Tail... Stinger... Pointed right between his eyes.

No! NO!

The tip punctures through the glass shielding him from the toxic air. Cracks spider web out from the point of impact. A second strike lands, and then a third.

Nate panics. He can't breathe, gasping in lungfuls of irradiated air as Amari's words pulse in his ears: "...enough radiation to kill a man in seconds".

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snowangeldotmp3 · 8 months

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this is totally based on a conversation between @el-fandom-birb and i had a few weeks back but it's been haunting me ever since. i just keep Thinking about it.

uhhh something something journalist barbie nancy wanting to do a story about The Real World and being met with assholes (like tom and bruce in s3) and then running into robin who works at some little shop near the pier (whether it be scoops or some little like, trinkets store) and her tongue is sharp and sarcastic but she's also been the most helpful person nancy's met so far. and maybe the real world isn't that bad. maybe she'll stay for a while. (and totally not fall in love. nope. not at all)

#is this anything....#idk what this is. it just keeps coming back to my mind #ronance #rj i had to go back in the dms and steve doing the 'i wanna take u for grahnudd' KILLED ME.#anyway yeah this is just to be fun and silly and i had to write it out because it just kept swirling around in my mind #back to writing again wheeeeee #finishing up the first chap of kas max and the robin prequel AND whatever else so #anyway. yeah. have this.

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cherubgore · 1 month

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Gibson Girl

3k words, pnv sex, pussy eating, dubcon, and dead dove. Rj doesn't have the same rancid vibes as Otis, and he loves eating pussy more than he loves himself. crossposted on a03.

She’s been chained to the radiator so long that she’s surprised she hasn’t melted yet. A fine little puddle of forgotten womanhood. Bare naked under her nightgown, Denise still felt like she was covered in thick wool layers. Scratchy with sweat and heavy against her shoulders, just like the sweaters she used to wear in the winter. She was removed from Tiny’s domain a little over a week ago, and she almost missed him. Tiny was a gentle giant. He never bothered her unless he wanted to apply more makeup or brush out her hair; his most favorite dolly in the collection, with her flexible ball-joints, so fragile she can barely move at all.

Maybe that's why he got bored with her, or maybe he just was very good at sharing with his older brother. RJ was an unsettlingly quiet man, but his touches weren’t quiet — or soft. His heavy hand fisted in her long hair, twisting delicate strands around his thick fingers, tugging and pulling; making sure she knew who was in charge. Usually, RJ lurked around the house like a sulky cat unless he had to work. Today, he planted himself on his bed, a beer in hand, watching whatever was on the TV. With one massive finger, he cracked open the beer and explained, “A hardworkin’ man needs some time off.”

Denise didn’t know what to say to that. Wetting her dry lips, she found it was better to agree with him. “You deserve it.” Her voice, hoarse from thirst — and neglect, startled her. RJ didn’t seem to care, he only smirked in response. He seemed to like things quiet. He was a busy man, getting up before the sun was out, and often getting home late into the night. Denise supposed that was something good about him.

His grimy, thick nails dug deep into her scalp like he was trying to dig her hair follicles out one by one. Denise watched him like a hawk would a mouse, trying to gage the reaction he wanted from her. Tiny was simple, he wanted a pretty doll to play with. RJ didn’t want a dolly, he wanted a dog. Something loyal and alive to welcome him back home after a long day, he didn’t want a doll; he wanted a woman. Something warm to stuff himself inside off when he felt that certain itch.

Denise was a crumpled, sweaty mess chained to his radiator. It wasn’t like she had a choice. Escape was a fantasy, a bitter, apathetic fantasy. Denise didn’t know why she clung to it; or her memories. She replayed them like worn home movies in her mind, especially the ones of Jerry. She missed him so much that it felt like someone whipped welts against her heart. It hurt so badly to think about him, to think about them. The ache felt so bad, like the exposed nerves of a rotten tooth in a mouthful of nothing but sugar.

Denise forced apart her dry lips again. “It must be very hard.” She went on, unable to stand the silence. Jerry didn’t believe in working for the “man.” Jerry wanted to be a freedom child, a love product of the sixties who still held ironclad to his parents' beliefs, a pair of old timers who Peter Panned through life and instilled the same ethics in their only son. Denise wondered if they even knew he was missing, if they even cared.

“Been a lot of work lately.” RJ grumbled. “Assholes need to learn how to drive.”

“I can’t drive,” Denise blurted out. “No one ever taught me.” As if he would care. She was only some plaything for him until he got bored, which would be soon. Denise could taste her impending death like she could the grits on her teeth from yesterday's breakfast. The fingers in her hair paused, and relief rushed through her, hoping he was done petting her; but RJ only trailed his hand down her neck, rubbing in circles with the pad of his massive thumb at the base of her neck, jolting her body forward with every motion he made.

His rough hands must’ve broken a lot of toys growing up, seemed like he traded in breaking toys for breaking bones. He could easily snap her neck like a bendable straw, and feel just about that the same for her as he did the straw.

“Mama don’t drive, either.” RJ mused. “Lotsa ladies don’t drive. Spaudlin’ taught Baby, I think.” He chuckled to himself, “Tried too, anyway. Girl ran his truck into a wall.”

Maybe that’s why the bitch has scrambled eggs for brains. “That sounds very scary.” Her daddy never wanted her to drive. He was just trying to keep her safe, like he always did. She should’ve listened to him better, that he was right; he did know more, he knew better than she did. The world was a cold, disgusting place waiting to chew on you and spit you out, bones and all. He was right about it all, even Jerry. He was just some hippie going nowhere, even if his heart was in the right place for everything he did. Denise wouldn’t have gone out with him. She wouldn’t of loved him so much if he was a bad person; he was just misunderstood.

Even when they fought, Denise never thought he was an evil man. He just didn’t have the same upbringing that she did. Jerry always told her that she’d choke on that silver spoon one day. Be true to yourself, baby, he’d say to her; then grimace when she did. Denise Willis was not a hippie chick, she was not a freedom child, and she knew that about herself. She believed in justice; Denise believed in soap and aspirin — she didn’t want to live on some community convent like Jerry grew up on; she wanted a spacious little apartment on Hollywood and Vine.

Don’t frown like that, Dee. Jerry used to say. Don’t be such a square, Dee. It’s just a road trip. Don’t do this, Denise, Don’t do that. He almost reminded her of a father in that way, always needing to be in control of what she was doing, thinking, feeling — at least RJ didn’t do that. Under his touch, at her own grotesque thoughts, Denise shivered. She shouldn’t think like that, couldn’t think like that. RJ was not some reluctant hero under the heavy foot of his overbearing family, if anything, he was the pure muscle that made sure they got their evil deeds done.

He was nothing to her, nothing but her captor, an enormous bear guarding the stolen princess.

“Naw. Baby thought it was funny. Now, she ain’t ‘loud to be in the drivers-seat. Me’n Otis gotta drive them everywhere. Don’t mind though, love my mama.”

Denise loved her mother, too. She’d give anything to see her again. “That’s nice.”

RJ shifted on the bed, dipping his hand down the back of her dress, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass. “You’re nice.”

His hand was warm and damp against her skin, the rough skin scratching an itch Denise didn’t know she had. “My boyfriend used to say I could be a real bitch.”

RJ scoffed. “That hippie sonbitch’ didn’t know his ass from his mouth.” He paused his hand. “Ain’t nothing bitchy about you. Maybe your friend with the braids, but not you.”

Mary. She missed Mary. She was just so excited about starting a new life. Some good that did her. “Mary wasn’t so bad. She had a hard life,” Denise whispered. “But, thank you.”

“Rich girls don’t have hard lives.” RJ said nonchalantly. “Maybe bad days, but not hard lives. Did you have a hard life?” It was the first time he’d ever asked her a question, or bothered to hold a conversation with her.

“No.” Denise admitted, reluctantly. “I had a good life. Until Captain Spauldings.”

RJ laughed at that, too. Finally, bored with petting her, he withdrew his hand from the back of her dress. “Suppose that coulda been a bad day for you.” He took the last swallow of his beer and reached for her again, taking her chin in his massive hand. “Wasn’t such a bad turnout for me. Always thought you was pretty.”

Her breath hitched in her throat. Did he want a “Thank You”? His words felt like maggots burrowing under her skin, eating away at the last bit of humanity she had left. He brushed his thumb against her lips, filling her nose with the faint remnants of sour beer and tobacco. Denise watched him watch her, with half-lidded eyes and a sloppy smirk. He pushed against her clammed lips, demanding entrance into the soft warmth of her mouth. He would keep pushing until he broke teeth, and she’d rather keep all her teeth while she could; So, Denise opened her mouth for him.

“Tiny didn’t know what to do with you. Not like I do,” RJ went on, sliding his thumb gently against her tongue. “Otis is too rough. He likes to break pretty things. I don’t break things.” He paused, laughing. “Well, I don’t try to make a habit of it. Sometimes pretty things are so damn breakable.”

You won’t break me. Denise thought, even with her lips locked around his thumb, she was too stubborn to be broken. Denise wasn’t brave like Mary was, but what was that old bible passage? The meek would inherit the world? All she had to do was bide her time until she was found; and she would be found, Denise was sure of that.

RJ moved this thumb in and out, swirling it around in her mouth, “You like this, don’t you?” He panted. “Gettin’ me all worked up really does something for you, don’t it, mama?”

If that’s what you want to tell yourself. Denise could taste him all over her tongue, and it made her want to retch. But she looked up at him through her lashes, watching the faint blush crawl across his nose, from their interaction or the alcohol — she wasn’t sure; maybe both. She lapped her tongue around his gargantuan finger; Denise was no seductress, she was just an awkward tomboy, something Jerry always made sure to remind her of during their own lovemaking.

“Don’t be so cold, Dee. Can you try to be sexy?” He’d complain. Usually when the fault was undoubtedly with him. Daringly, she wrapped her slender hand around his huge wrist, watching him like a cat would their favorite mouse. But, whatever she had, whatever she was doing; it was good enough for RJ, and that excited something treacherous inside her.

RJ’s chest rose and fell in hurried breaths, his eyes never leaving hers, and something dribbled traitorously against her thigh. RJ jammed his finger deeper into her mouth, and she stifled a gag, his thumb creasing the bottom of her chin. “Let's see how well you do with the real deal, baby.” He said, breathlessly. Sliding his finger free from the wet warmth of her mouth, RJ fumbled over his own belt buckle. “Got me so hard already, baby.”

Drool dripped from her chin onto her nightgown. In her haze, Denise nodded. She’d given head before, though Jerry told her she gave it like a decapitated fish. “Show me,” she rasped, the demand tasting funny in her mouth, like it shouldn’t be there at all. “Show me how hard I make you.”

RJ laughed, giving himself a few eager strokes. “You like what you see, mama?”

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t.” Denise sleezed, forgetting herself, forgetting she was bleeding in shark-infested waters. He was bigger than Jerry was, but that doesn’t necessarily mean anything. RJ could either be the best or worse lay of her entire life.

“Yeah, you do.” RJ boosted. “I saw the way your eyes got wide, bigger than that hippie, huh?”

Denise bit into the fat on her bottom lip. She didn’t want to talk about Jerry now. It was bad enough he plagued her thoughts like some omen. "Does it matter?"

“Yeah. It does, and I am. Bigger than most,” inhaling, RJ worked his giant fist down his cock, smirking at her. “Most girls are scareda’ me.”

Regrettably, her cunt clenched around nothing. “Maybe I’m not most girls.”

“Naw. If you was, you wouldn’t be here right now.” He rubbed his thumb over his reddening tip, “Come on, then.”

Denise edges closer, the chain dragging behind her against the worn floor boards like some fat, slow snake.

substituting his larger hand with her smaller one — which barely encompass his entire shaft. She twists her wrist upwards against his sweaty skin, and RJ groans, bucking his hips against her hand. Maybe it had been awhile. She pumps him downwards, running her thumb along his length, she watches his fingers curl into the dirty sheets below him; was he itching to get those hands on her? Was she itching to let him? Her cunt was aching to be teased, and that disgusted her.

Denise gathered saliva in her mouth, and spat, earning a head tossing moan from RJ. Working, and twisting her wrists, Denise watched his hips twitch, and his fingers dig deeper into the sheets, she couldn’t imagine what he’d do once she had him in her mouth. He might explode.

“You like this?” Denise asks. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” RJ says, breathlessly. “It feels so fucking good.”

Good. It made her feel powerful in a situation that gave her little power at all. Without warning, Denise bowed her head and swirled her tongue around his head, trailing along his meatus. RJ bucks his hips again, forcing more of himself into her mouth, and Denise gags at the sudden invasion. One hand braces itself against his wide leg, and the other grabs at his shaft.

“Gotta warn a man, angel. Shit feels too good.” His heavy hand comes up to collect a wad of hair between his fingers, forcing her down on his dick further. “Take it, baby. I know you can.”

The lack of air causes her throat to constrict around him, her jaw aches, and the tears blur her vision — but she was no quitter. Denise bobs her head up and down along his length, like the good slut she was becoming for him. She didn’t have a fucking choice. Despite that, she has to squeeze her thighs together at his hot, vile words, and the downright nasty noises he was making at her touch. They shouldn’t be making her feel so good, they shouldn’t be lighting a fire under her ass. Still, her tongue laps at him eagerly, teasing him with her little love flicks. Her tongue kisses the parts of him she can’t explore with her hands. Slipping one hand away from his shaft, she dares to tug on his balls, testing the waters to see how far was too far with him.

“Fuck. You keep this shit up, and I’m gonna cum.” RJ growls, fingers digging into her scalp. “Don’t fucking stop. Come on, take all of me baby, please.” He thrusts up into her mouth again, desperate.

Her throat constricted tightly around him again, and this time she can taste the bile rise in the back of hr throat. Without a second thought, Denise spits him out from her mouth and coughs a few times before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“I can’t,” she whined. “I can’t breathe when you do that.”

“That’s fine baby. I want to take you for a spin, anyway.” RJ moves fast for a man so large. He makes quick work of the heavy chain around her ankle, but Denise has no time to be relieved when she’s hosted up from the ground. RJ lifted her with ease. He was a behemoth, she probably felt like nothing to him. His wide chest rose and fell under her palms. Was he nervous? His breathing was so fast — excited? Maybe he just wanted her to take control, and that was almost comical. He was such a large man, an imposing man; he could crush her with the raw strength of his thighs. But he wanted her to get on top and ride him.

“You look good like that,” he mused. His large hands coming to rest on her hips, softly rocking her against his waiting, hot, heavy erection. “Feels good, too.”

“Thank you,” Denise forced out, her voice strained. The sensation of him against the small of her back was maddening.

With a smack, RJ's large hands pressed down on her folded thighs, tenderly squeezing them hard enough to bruise. RJ smirked and pulled her forward without waiting for a response, “let's go for a ride.”

“I can’t sit directly over your face,” Denise said. No one had ever offered to eat her out before. Figures the first time some psycho would be the one. “Won’t you suffocate?”

RJ howled with laughter. “Death by eatin’ pussy? What a way to go. I wouldn’t mind that on my tombstone.”

Denise couldn’t help but blush. “I’ve never done this before.” She told him, like it mattered at all to him.

“What? That hippie never took you for a spin?” RJ scoffed. “Fuckin’ idiot. Get up here, I’ll show you what a real man does with a woman.” He pulled her forward, raising her up over his face, “I won’t suffocate.” He added, “Swear it.”

Maybe she should want him to. This shouldn’t be this…cozy, or fun. It was dirty, nasty, and wrong. Denise gasped as her sweat-drenched body lowered onto his waiting mouth. She trembled as he playfully teased her with gentle licks, as if she tasted like some kind of candy. With eager, but slow flicks of his tongue. He dragged it along her folds, not giving her a moment to collect herself before he found her clit with his teeth. He pushed his face harder against her, hands gripping tightly against her thighs, burying himself in all her sticky, wet, glory.

“Fuck,” Denise moaned, planting her hands firmly against the wall. “Oh my god, oh my fucking god.” She couldn’t help but grind down against his tongue. The heat building in her belly was killing her. She could imagine it boiling her organs and frying her heart; killing her before she could reach her feverous peak. His teeth nipped at her labia, like he wanted to make it bleed, make it hurt — and it did. It hurt so good. “RJ, fuck I’m gonna cum.” She tried to peel herself off him, the pleasure building, making her thoughts hazy, only to be slammed back down against his face. Below her, he growled against her cunt, a warning: Do not do that again.

“Shit,” rocking her hips forward into him, Denise clenched her thighs on either side of his head, feeling his low moan erupted from his mouth, and it sent shivers down her spine. Grinding down, Denise threw her head back — her teeth bit hard into her lower lip, and for a split second she hoped that she tasted like acid against his lips. Her orgasm ripped through her like a goddamn freight train, shockwaves of pure, unbridled heat raced through her body, arching her back as far as she humanly could; Denise howled like some lost wolf looking for the light of the moon.

RJ loosened his grip against her thighs, leaving delicate temporary tattoos of his fingers along her skin. He allowed her to slither from his mouth and crumble against his chest in a spent heap. RJ wiped at it with the back of his mouth with his hand. “You cum real pretty, baby girl.” He reached behind him, tapping her lower back with his still hard cock, “Daddy’s turn now, hop on it.”

“I-I can’t, at least give me a break,” Denise whined. Jerry never had her so tired out. There was no way that she could go another round with him like this. “Please, Rufus.”

“I like when you say my name,” He tapped her again, “I want you to scream it.”

Whining, Denise raised her weak body up, rubbing her drooling cunt against the head of his dick. Hating how much she ached to feel it hollow her out, slowly, she forces her tired, puffy cunt down over his red, angry head, sighing at the sensation of being so damn full. She hates how stupid he’s making her, but he is good at making her forget everything; and Denise hasn’t felt this good in weeks. Maybe longer, when was the last time she came that hard with Jerry? The curve of his cock brushes against somewhere that bubbles a moan up from her parted lips; potentially, it wouldn’t be so bad to get fucked this stupid if he blocked everything else in the world out.

RJ groans, bucking up into her warm, wet, eager hole. “Better dick than that hippie, isn't it?”

“God, yes,” Denise moans, voice discombobulated — like she’s been chewing on a ball of cotton. “Rufus, please.” RJ grunts, thrusting his hips up, hitting that same spot from earlier, and phosphenes danced behind her eyes. Denise tries to move her hips, tries to match his pace, but she’s too fuckstupid, too far gone to have any sort of rhythm; she braces her hands against his chest and peers at him through heavy eyes darkened by her own lashes. He’s smirking at her. His hands find her hips, and he guides her along with him, grinding her down against him like a pretty dolly that she is.

Denise rocks back onto him, and each desperate thrust squelches sticky and wet. Anger blooms next to her own arousal. How dare she allow this to happen? What would her friends think of her now? What would her parents think of her? Her inner walls constricted and RJ grunts. Suddenly, it didn’t fucking matter; her brain turned just as sloppy and wet as her cunt and nothing else seemed to make sense.

“You got another one for me, baby?” RJ groans, “I know you do. Come on, let me feel you cum again.” The rusty bedsprings squeaked loudly in time to the two tightly entwined bodies struggling wildly against each other. The sounds of deep, straining grunts and groans filled the hot, stifling air of the room. Mingling with the noise of sweat soaked flesh smacking sharply against sweat soaked flesh and the wet, viscous slurp of his pile driving cock going in and out of her cunt.

Denise gasped, her hips ground uncontrollably against his. Soft mewling animal sounds escaped pitifully from between her passion clenched teeth. “It hurts,” she whimpered, through bared teeth, suddenly, with a deep throated groan, her body began vibrating uncontrollably.

“Y’like it when it hurts, baby?” RJ groans. “Tell me you like it when it hurts.”

“Fuck,” Denise's body felt itself coming to life now. The pain was receding and was slowly giving way to a maddening electric tingle that began deep within her womb and seeped relentlessly through the raw nerve ends of her flesh. “I like when it hurts, Rufus.” Her orgasm rippled through her cunt, dancing like fire across her thighs, up the full length of her legs and circled around inside her toes, curling them tightly against the bottoms of her feet. She can feel RJ pulse inside her. Through her lidded eyes, she watched his jaw tighten at his own impending orgasm. It almost looks painful, but he drew his hips back and gave one final slam into her abused cunt before draining himself deep inside her.

“You don’t disappoint, you know that?” RJ said, breathless, running his fingers along her back. He made no moves to remove himself from her, despite how soft he was growing inside her.

Thin rivulets of sweat rolled down her forehead. Collapsing against RJ’s chest, Denise gasped like some sort of fish out of water. “I’ve got a lot to live for,” she muttered, too spent to think about what she was saying.

“I knew you’d be a good pick,” RJ mused, not paying any attention to what she was saying. “Knew you’d be the type to bring home to mama, but know your way around the fuckin’ bedroom. Hate havin’ to train bitches.”

Denise shuddered at the implication of his words. The haze in her mind was clearing, and she didn’t want to think about what he meant.

#house of 1000 corpses #minxie writes*#RJ firefly #Rufus Firefly Jr #Denise Willis #dead dove do not eat #dubcon #I hate this but its the best I can do

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thetarttfuldickhead · 4 months

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For the first sentence: It wasn't his fault, Jamie desperately reminded himself.

I couldn’t settle on any one scenario, so uh, have 5 times when it wasn’t Jamie’s fault + 1 time when it very much was. You’re welcome?

You can also read it on AO3.

It wasn't his fault, Jamie desperately reminded himself. Blinking his eyes, blinking away stupid fucking tears, he tried to focus on the road as he took a left turn, exiting Manchester proper.

Dr. Sharon would tell him as much, he was sure. Roy, too, though he’d have to grit the words out between swallowing down all the I told you so:s he’d no doubt be fighting hard not to throw in Jamie’s face.

Dad wouldn’t agree with either of them, of course, judging by the way he’d snarled and wagged his finger in Jamie’s face, unsteadily leaning against the door to the flat Jamie had gotten him once he got out of rehab. “Couldn’t be bothered to get here on Friday like you said you would, could you, son, and what was I supposed to do all by meself all night, eh, just sit around and twiddle me thumbs like a twat?”

It wasn't his fault, Jamie desperately reminded himself. He wanted to say as much, profess his innocence to Roy’s sister as she carefully pushed and prodded at Roy’s knee while Roy bit back enough swears to keep Phoebe in sweets for a year.

After all, it hadn’t been Jamie who decided that they would go for a run; wasn’t Jamie who laid out the route, or decided how far they should go, or how fast.

It had been for his benefit, though. And it’d been him who kept on going, pushing on and on because he wanted to prove a point, wanted to prove to Roy that he could do it, that he wasn’t soft, wouldn’t quit, wouldn’t break.

And in the end, it wasn’t Jamie who broke.

It wasn't his fault, Jamie desperately reminded himself. Or, if it was, it wasn’t only his fault, because that’s what Ted had been going on about, wasn’t it – how Jamie was only one of eleven, and that meant it wasn’t all down to just him if things went poorly, or if they went well.

Hard to fucking remember that, when he saw the defeated looks on his teammates’ faces as they walked off the pitch in the pouring rain and with the other team’s jubilant cheers still in their ears. Hard to remember that when remembering the sitter he’d missed early in the second half was so very easy.

A familiar hand fell on his shoulder, and a familiar gruff voice murmured in his ear: hey, it was a bad game for all of us, it wasn’t just you.

Jamie gave a curt nod, and tried to believe him.

It wasn't his fault, Jamie desperately reminded himself. Yes, it was his birthday, and yes, it was him who’d nagged Roy into coming with him to the club, but it was Roy who’d dragged him out into the alley and kissed him like he wanted to devour him whole, and they’d both been too drunk, on beer and on each other, to notice the wanker with the phone.

“Papers won’t run it until you make a statement one way or the other, but it’s fucking everywhere on Twitter,” Keeley had told them over the phone after all hell broke lose, sounding as apologetic as if she’d been the one to out them. “I’m so sorry, boys, but not even Rebecca can bury this, and believe me, she’s tried, I think she even threatened to have people killed at some point.”

“Well, happy fucking birthday to me,” Jamie told Roy sourly as he tossed the phone aside and curled up closer to the other man. “For this year I got a hairy old boyfriend.”

It wasn't his fault, Jamie desperately reminded himself. Keeley had already told him that, repeatedly and in between emptying her stomach into the loo.

“This wasn’t your fault, Jamie,” she had assured him, face pale and her hair a sweaty mess that he held back for her. “We’ve ordered from that place loads of times, and there’s never been a problem before.”

And that was true, wasn’t it, but it was also true that he’d been supposed to make dinner for them last night, only he’d been running late after shopping with Isaac so he’d picked up curries on the way back and now Keeley was curled up on the bathroom floor instead of getting ready for the weekend trip they’d been planning for ages.

Roy was going to fucking kill him.

+ 1.

“It wasn’t my fault,” Jamie told Roy as innocently as he could manage, but he knew he wasn’t able to fully hide the smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“It absolutely fucking was,” Roy told him flatly, wiping uselessly at his stained trousers and shooting the giggling Keeley a reproachful glare. But when he turned his eyes back on Jamie there was a dark glimmer in them. “You’ll pay for this when we get home,” he promised.

Mmm, yes. Jamie was rather counting on it.

#i meant to keep this strictly rj for you #but rjk kept happening a little bit and i’m an ot3 truther at heart so #it is what it is #thank you so much for the prompt i had a lot of fun writing this #royjamiekeeley #royjamie #roy & jamie #jamie tartt #roy kent #keeley jones #james tartt sr #sentence prompt #ficlet #my stuff

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blackberryjambaby · 6 months

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the sydney herald have just published an article about how jehovah's witnesses are forced to forego blood transfusions & the statements the spokesman makes just kinda make me sick

when i was 12 i needed urgent knee repairs & my mother refused to sign for a blood transfusion should the worst happen. i begged her to sign because i both needed the surgery & didn't want to die. the anesthesiologist who was on that day didn't let the surgery go ahead when she refused, saying that in the worst case scenario if i started to bleed out on his table, his team would do everything in their power to save my life. they wouldn't just patch me up & hope for the best. realising that a man i'd never met before valued my life more than my mother did was deeply horrifying

#rj speaks #ex jw #tw cult #there's so much more to say about the means of enforcing these decisions #'decisions' like you have a choice lol #but i'm too tired to write more atm #if you have any questions about this & other jw issues i'm always keen to educate #it's worth noting that i kinda put the blame on my mother here because she was the one with me but my dad fully supports this #a parent is an open wound #auspol #aotearoa

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mppmaraudergirl · 4 months

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does anyone else slow down reading the end of Knife of Dreams to enjoy the last wot book that is rj's?? just me??

#wheel of time #wot #the wheel of time #knife of dreams #not even going to get into the last bit of mat written by rj when Sanderson sucked at writing my boy

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polaroidcats · 5 months

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You said "remus is too busy being in love with karl that he doesn't realize prongsfoot are in love with him" so what happens once he does realize prongsfoot are in love with him? Will they get all his attention or will karl always be his one true love? If so how do prongsfoot feel about it?

LLAMA!!!! finally getting around to answer this, I will preface it by saying I think the horny ghost of gay Karl Marx possessed me and I cannot be held accountable for what you're about to read! Also, after writing this I realized that I completely ignored the "in love with" part, so that'll have to wait for part 3, this part 2 of the antifa wolfstarbucks saga is more about bookshelves, horniness and practical examples of communism than it is about love, sorrynotsorry we will get to the love part eventually!

Okay so this is a direct continuation of the antifa wolfstarbucks post, here we go:

They're all dancing and Remus still feels a bit strange third wheeling a couple like that, Sirius and James are making out passionately and he would give them their privacy but he can't because one of his hands is locked with James's hand, and James's thumb is slowly rubbing circles on the knuckles of Remus's thumb. Meanwhile Sirius put one of his hands in the back pocket of Remus's jeans, which at first made Remus really excited because he thought it might finally be a clear sign that they are actually flirting with him, but then he remembers it's his left jeans pocket, where he keeps the communist manifesto, so Sirius probably just wants to feel a bit closer to Karl Marx while he's kissing his boyfriend, and Remus's ass cheek is simply collateral damage. Sirius keeps massaging his ass though, but Remus thinks he's probably doing that to soothe him so he's not too upset Sirius is taking advantage of Remus's communist manifesto instead of using his own...

That thought makes Remus look up at the bookshelves on the wall and his eyes automatically start searching for the communist manifesto. He can see 2 complete editions of Das Kapital in all their beauty, and there is a book wedged in between them but it looks a bit too big to be a copy of the communist manifesto. Remus disentangles himself from James and Sirius, who break their kiss to look at him but he doesn't even notice because now he's standing in front of the bookshelf, staring at a copy of Conjectures and Refutations by Karl Popper that sits in between the two editions of capital. Remus lets out a shocked gasp and takes the book from the shelf, looking for another space where it might fit in better, literally anywhere else will do but you can't just put Popper into a Marx sandwich, that should be illegal (even if the whole question of legality might be a bit complicated in this context, he thinks, chuckling to himself because he's so funny, making a joke about these silly anarchists who don't know how to properly organize a bookshelf. Did they organize it by author's first names or did they put Popper there on purpose? He can't even decide which option he finds more appalling). Remus settles on putting Popper next to Hayek, shuddering a little at the spectre of neoliberalism that haunts that section of the bookshelf. He quickly averts his gaze, not wanting to discover any other Mont Pèlerin society members and looks for something to soothe his mind when his eyes finally fall onto an edition of the Communist manifesto and other texts by Marx and Engels, right in between Hannah Arendt and Rosa Luxemburg and he starts to really question the sanity of whoever organized the bookshelf.

Suddenly he feels hands on his hips and Sirius is pressed against his back, resting his chin on Remus's shoulder and even through the book in his back pocket he can feel Sirius's arousal pressing against him... well, against him and Karl... Remus blushes hard at how much he enjoys that last thought and he's only a little bit embarrassed to admit that he is starting to get turned on by Sirius pressing against his back, knowing he still has the communist manifesto in his back pocket. He turns his face a bit to the left, where James is looking at the two of them with a fond expression.

"Are you okay with this Remus? If anything makes you uncomfortable please just say something and we will stop!" Remus looks at James, trying to decipher what he could have meant by that. Is Remus uncomfortable with their unorganized bookshelf? Well, yes, of course he is. But something (it might be Sirius's hands running all over his torso and occasionally brushing his nipples in a way that does not feel completely accidental, but Remus still isn't convinced Sirius is doing it on purpose) tells him this is about something else. Maybe James is asking permission to keep kissing Sirius in front of Remus, and if that is it Remus wants to scream YES! because even if he can never join them, he's so happy to be part of it in any small way they let him be. And if Sirius enjoys rubbing against his back and touching him, he might feel a little bit used knowing it's actually all for James (and maybe a little bit for Karl too) and not for him, but god, being used has never felt this good.

Remus looks James in the eyes and manages to sound almost normal when he says "I'm good, I'm just really happy to be here with you guys" with a trembling voice, while Sirius's hands keep exploring Remus's body in a way that makes Remus think about sharing his means of reproduction with the both them. James's face breaks into a big smile and by the sound of Sirius behind him, he's also very happy about it. As if on cue Sirius starts kissing Remus's neck and Remus thinks he might actually faint any second now because this is so much more than he could've ever hoped for, and it's also so surprising to him, since up until 5 minutes ago there had been no signs at all that these guys might actually be interested in him!! At some point he must've closed his eyes, just lost in the sensation of Sirius pressed against his back, hard, with his tongue and mouth and teeth exploring his neck, his back,...

Remus makes a very undignified sound when Sirius bites down on his shoulder and Sirius stops immediately and asks with a concerned voice "too much?" Remus doesn't know how to answer this without giving away how much more he wants from them so he just turns around and kisses Sirius to show him that nothing he has done so far has been too much, Remus is so greedy now, if he can only have them for a night, he wants nothing more than to turn "from each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs" into a sexy, practical mantra. He's sure Marx would approve, he was all about acting on ideology and not just talking shit about theory after all, and Remus is so, so ready to act on that particular philosophy and give them everything he can and take all they are willing to give to him in return.

James seems to sense this shift in Remus's mood and gently grabs them both by their waists and starts massaging their lower backs while they continue making out. As soon as they break their kiss (far too soon for Remus's liking) James swoops in and pecks Sirius on the nose, which makes both of them giggle and share a look that's so intimate and full of love and adoration, Remus can't help but smile because he loves seeing them like that. Then James turns to Remus and looks at him with a clear question in his eyes. Remus can only manage a tiny nod, he wants this, he wants it so badly and he's afraid if he talks now he will ruin this perfect moment and make them reconsider everything so he doesn't dare. He just looks at James and tilts his head a bit to the right and towards James, who happily takes the hint and closes the distance between them.

#ask #antifa marauders agenda #antifa wolfstarbucks #karl marx fanboy rj lupo #llama tag #wolfstarbucks #yeah like i said idek what this is and how it escalated so quickly from remus looking at their bookshelves to whatever this is #but uhm.. enjoy? i guess? haha i had a lot of fun writing this and only giggled for like 5 minutes when i came up with #sharing the means of reproduction lol #just be glad there aren't even more bad butchered marx quotes in there i had a few other close calls that i eventually didn't include but #there are still some iconic marx quotes left waiting to be butchered by me

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walnutmistjamie · 4 months

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When Jamie invites his mum and Simon over for Christmas dinner, he has no idea what he’s getting himself into, let alone how to actually cook a fucking turkey. Luckily, Roy is always around to help. — or, a week in the life of Roy and Jamie as they fall in love, from Christmas to New Year's Eve.

Aaaand... we're done with Christmas fic! as a little thank you to everyone who read it and commented on it - I drew this 🥰

Enjoy the last chapter 💖

(click for high res!)

#jamie tartt #roy kent #roy x jamie #ted lasso #ted lasso fanart #royjamie fanart #cecile draws #cecile writes #rj xmas fic #fic rec

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alectology-archive · 1 year

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it’s baffling that people talk about how rand’s trauma influences his decision making capabilities and drives him to push his closest allies away when he’s not manipulating them to further his own ends and yet when egwene’s trauma makes her distrust people, seek control and power compulsively (much like rand does. for the record.) it’s a crime? and she’s insensitive for pushing back against him? curiously it’s Not insensitive if rand pushes back against her or distrusts her. lol okay. rj was like the real enemies are the stresses placed on rand and the way he treats his friends is not acceptable and the fandom was like “oh okay yes his friends are the problem! and I will incorporate silly battle of the sexes dialogue as serious commentary on gender” and ran with it.

#reading the comments on that one egwene post and like ?#examine your biases lol. I’m saying this as a rand enjoyer.#text #wheel of time #I’m not saying rj doesn’t outdated beliefs on gender or w/ but it’s not always gender essentialism with him. he’s just having fun.#he’s writing a comedy!#*doesn’t have

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