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azul-marie · 1 year

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ramattra. (innamorare)

fem. omnic reader

no matter the days he’s spent with you, never will he tire of your beauty.

he runs a careful hand over the curves of metal, dips of steel and lining of cables that make you you. he does not see the manufacturing number assigned to you on your lower flank. he pays no attention to the designation given you by fleshly humans, who named you senseless letters and numbers to serve, to obey.

you are more than a number; none are capable of counting your worth. you are perfection, the only redemption your human creators could possibly hope to have. you have made yourself by way of your spirit, indeed, a dolce soul.

“my love.” he calls you, leaning down to press his face to yours. cold, unflinching metal scrapes together, but it is the warmth you bring to his chest the only sensation he feels. “my soul, my life.”

your laugh, resonance with a buzzing timbre sweet, sounds between his throat when you nuzzle closer against him. “i am well aware,” you tease, your fondness never lost on him. “you remind me so often, so gently for a mighty omnic.”

he forgets how easily he overtakes your slimmer, feminine build. how large his hands, his arms embrace and enfold you when the two of you lay alone in his chambers. how your face fits squarely clasped between his palms, they which pull you in close to kiss about your features, each a sudden spark igniting soft laughs and even softer touches.

rays of dawn’s light fall in through a crack of his curtained window, reflecting off your entangled bodies. specks of light are thrown about the room, like freckling stars across the twilight sky.

“i fail to be mighty in your presence.” he admits, a rumbling whisper. “for you bring me such joy none could ever replicate, a kind no other being has experienced before.”

“surely you jest.” you whisper back, modest as always. but he feels the way your exhausts heat up in an omnic’s way of bashful expression, his words flattering deep within the wires. it makes him chuckle, pulling you snug into his lap.

“never, soul. when i rest, i hear your voice call to me, how spring begets blossoms. when i wake, it is as if the iris itself has renewed my vigor, so strongly you sing to me in my dreams. it is no jest, and do not doubt; you are everything.”

his chest fills with the echoes of your delighted laughter, a pleasant balm in the form of sound. he holds you closer still, wishing only briefly to know what it feels like to touch, really touch, every lovely inch of you, wonderfully made as you are.

but the thought leaves quickly like it came. he has no need for skin, for flesh, for fingertips. there’s nothing, no thread of hair, no scent or smell, no sigh of breath or press of lips he needs to love you true. he is content with the cold, the sharp and edge of metallic bodies, the exposed balljoints of limbs and alloys that form these shells you occupy.

anubis be damned. he was not created only to serve, obey, to wage war on flesh and bones.

no. ramattra was made to love you and you alone, to be an interweaving of wires and light ever seeking your devotion, your benevolence. all this and more shall he follow with loyalty closer to worship, from past to now to future until the day humanity sees you for what you truly are — a goddess of steel, the muse of his soul, the love of his finite life.

#ramattra #ramattra x reader #overwatch 2 x reader #overwatch imagines #overwatch 2 imagines #overwatch 2 #ow2 #this was so fun to write!!! love me some robo romance #i hope it’s not obvious i don’t know how to describe omnics LMAO #i did my best 😔🫰🏼#also the kissing was inspired by wall-e and eve’s little sparking kisses!! thought it was soooo sweet #ramattra brainrot @ 2am. Real

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spookemsdukems · 2 months

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.❀。• *BUILDER CHARACTER INSPERATION ₊°。 ❀°。

So I did the thing (Ty for the meme base Hani mwah kith fdsfdsf) FROM LEFT TO RIGHE BABEH

No-Face; Spirited Away:

Aside from the general off putting nature that is THIS character, the way it really reminds me of "Builder" is the scary smile and personality of adapting to so many different environments while never really fitting in. Which is quite similar to "Builder"

Frieren; Frieren Beyond Journey's End:

Frieren as a character has a hard time understand human emotions and how the short lived species of humans make an impact on her, and oh did they ever make an impact. The whole point of her journey- without getting super spoilery- is just kinda... understanding emotions and how special the people she knew and knows are to her? At least from my perspective ahsfsduif I dunno! BUT! I think that really fits with "Builder". She does not understand people, and emotions are often flying over her head, but her absolute desire to understand and care she could have for someone makes me draw the connection.

Ditto; Pokemon:

Ditto, the Pokemon that copies and mimics others but is never fully able to pass as the other. It is very... similar to my sweet baby "Builder"

Wall-e; Wall-E:

Wall-e is a simple lil guy, with the absolute dedication to doing his job cause it's all he knows, but he goes from a mindless little robot to a character rich lil man who likes lightbulbs and the pretty Eve and I think.. that is what "Builder" will become!

Kanna; Inuyasha:

Kanna was a creature created by an evil stinky man who says she has no heart. She's a blank canvas and only does what she is told. No emotions, no thoughts other than to listen. She is nothing... and she realizes this at a point and turns around the best she can with what time she has left. I think "Builder" has the similar mindset of 'Listen don't question' but will come to the realization that oh my gosh she is not who she pretends to be or thinks she is portraying. I dunno there was a line the character used that was like

"I have... I have nothing. I have nothing."

And that stuck with me

Shiro; Deadman Wonderland:

OK SO LIKE HEAR ME OUT?? "Builder" is definitely not like... sane? For lack of better words lol. She was raised in a similar way to Shiro and Shiro is definitely not the epitome of sanity wheeze. I mainly draw the connection between them with the view on romance and also how "Builder" would turn out in a 'bad end' sorta way?

HONOURABLE MENTIONS!!!

The Villager from Animal Crossing: The Mc has eyes that stare into your soul, much like her's!!! Tsuyu from MHA: The eyes and smile... Flor was oh so right lmao

THE MII CHANNEL THEME SONG: Cause that is 100% what is going through her brain at all times!

Violet from Violet Evergarden: I would have added her, but I felt like I added TOO many pretty ladies

WHEW ANYWAY if you read this all the way! HI congrazzles! Now you know some lore and thoughts that go into my brain! Also whoops I totally did this in reverse? Cause I made this OC before I ever thought of anything so wowie fun!

(❀❛ ֊ ❛„)♡ enjoy!

#mtas builder #mtas oc #my time at sandrock oc #my time at sandrock #character inspiration #kanna inuyasha #wall-e #no-face #spirited away #ditto #frieren #shiro #tags are hard and i am struggling tm

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exlimix1a · 2 years

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Say hello to the first design of my Wall-E AU! Still working on how I want to draw Sun & Moon, but Y/N is Wall-E!

In this AU, the big corporation that took over (Fazcorp.....?🤔) very nearly destroyed the Earth- so much so, in fact, that they DID think they destroyed it and evacuated humanity onto their ships.

HOWEVER!

Before the Great Evacutation, a small group of humans who were working their damnest hid themselves away, doing the best they could to keep anything that they could alive. When conditions improved, they began to send people out to do everything they could to heal the Earth.

You, Y/N, are one of these people.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #Fnaf Wall-E AU #y/n #sun x y/n #moon x y/n #wall-e au #my art #THIS DESIGN WAS SO FUN #I was inspired by a stream Bamsara had the other week where we watched Wall-E and people were talking about Y/N and Sun & Moon #I really loved the idea!!#I thought it'd be so cute if Wall-E was Y/N and Sun/Moon is EVE #Kinda flipping the script- a lot liked the idea that EVE is y/n which is ALSO cute

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o2studies · 2 months

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༻`` 18 Feb 24 — Sunday

100 days of productivity 48/100

Another slow but good rest day.

I managed to completely finish my coursework and I'm almost finished making physics notes up to date. I'm also nearly finished reading Iron Flame and I also drew more today! I always surprise myself with my skill whenever I actually take time and put effort into a piece, even if small 💕

🎶 - Daisy Bell by Max Mathews

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son1c · 8 months

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Me: it’s like 6 in the morning and I have to get up for school boohoo

Also me: omg windthrow getting scritches from halcyon!!!

Thank you for the instant mood lift Lovelyn 💖💖💖

their green apocalypse swag is good for ur heart and soul

#catiecat1320 #fun fact their dynamic was inspired by wall-e and eve. LOL

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rwby-confess · 5 hours

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60-something confessions, weve paid our tribute, what are YOUR confessions

Okay, here goes 10 confessions from me:

I wish we had seen Pyrrahs friendships, I think she and Ren would've been good friends since both of them are so level headed.

I headcanon that they would take care of the school garden together, Pyrrah would struggle a bit with delicate plants but same time be happy to be able to learn from his peers new things for once.

One day she learns that Nora and Ren are orphans. Her respect for them grows, seeing them as so much stronger for not having the same support she had growing up, yet here they are thriving. She makes sure to invite them over during holidays and for other things they possibly missed out on as kids.

She doesn't care for cooking but often goes to shop for ingredients with Nora.

I think Freezerburn is incredibly soft.

Weiss is able to cool down hot-headed Yang and Yang is able to melt away the Ice Queens tsundere tendencies. :'-) <3

I miss seeing the street fashion influence when it comes to designs, ofcourse I understand why it isn't there as much anymore but I can still moan about it.

Yangs' tsuyome-esque looks was my fave, it was fire and I wanted to cosplay it so badly.

Ruby's look reminds me of something I wore when I was 12yo actually

Only on my second watch I realised that Ironwood looks really hot with this look and it's a shame that it got SO little screen time. And same with Winters first look.

Also on my second watch I realised that the straps on Oscars' gloves are green not black ???

Remember bootleg Neptune from volume 4? Yeah he sure exists. But what if he did more?

Weiss is trapped in Atlas, she's lonelier than ever, she can only go to places and events dad approves of. And this guy keeps coming around, maybe they meet at the Schnee Manors garden, why not go for a bad boy?

They have fling going on, for Weiss it's mostly out of boredom and finding him good looking. If she's trapped might as well have fun. Maybe they'll get in trouble or have some other sort of side plot going on together but eventually when Weiss gets a window to escape out of Atlas, she's faced with a decision.

Stay with the guy who obviously finds it insane to trade living high life in Atlas to go chase some pals she met at school in other kingdom. Weiss snaps out of the rose coloured glasses after hearing this, ultimately choosing her friends.

Idk I just wish they let them do the usual young people fuck ups and learning experiences if there's going to be whole volume of them sitting around

Yang's probably closest thing Oscar got for mother figure...

The bird thing. Make Raven tell Weiss and Yang how the experience was as she remembers, give them reason to be shocked. So here's my suggestion:

Maybe the process was violent since current humans aren't used to magic in any shape, they're stripped from their autonomy in that moment and it's humiliating.

Like Amber was in the chamber beneath Beacon, Oz did it to Branwens there in similar way? Underground to not attract grimm, no one to hear their screams, its cold and dark, they're stripped like Amber to act as guinea pigs for this man.

Qrow has (more or less) made peace with all that trauma and what happened since he thinks its suffering for the greater good. After all, the man doesn't really have home to go back to. He doesn't want to bring misfortune to people he loves and the tribe doesn't really want him back.

However Raven learns that Salem can't be beaten, meaning she and Qrow suffered for only to be ideal candidates for a suicide mission...

I want Qrowin angst, please crwby, I want to suffer lmao

Give Qrow absolutely losing it, calling Winter after Atlas falls asking her if she knows where the kids are? Where did she last saw them?

And when Winter tries to answer Qrows questions she can't bring herself to say it; they're gone. She was there and she couldn't save them, not even her own sister. The words just won't come out... and after the silence she tells him to meet her in Vacuo, after all he deserves to know.

Whatever differences they had in the past feel so miniscule now.

(Aaand I headcanon that both of them craved for a "normal" family, making this little story even more horrible!)

10.

Yang "shooting" kids' leg on live TV should've had more consequences me thinks. Give me atleast someone commenting or being vary of her.

Her arm is brand new Atlas tech according to Tai, maybe someone would see it as an issue after finding out that she got it for free from Ironwood himself.

Maybe anti Yang propaganda being showed around town could've pushed her to work with Robyn (lol)

"Quite frankly miss I'm about to piss myself right about now, so this one is on the house"

#long one #now we will just wait and see what happens lmao #oh yeah lowkey about the third one #theres rwby tuber who calls the accessories the characters have as “butt capes”#and it makes me irrationally annoyed ?#because girlypop just google Visual Kei or rokku gyaru and you see that its not too uncommon to accessorise (especially pants) like that 🤨#like how can you simultaneously complain that the guys usually get to wear “just pants” but then say the accessories “dont do anything”?????#Aaarrggghh #obviously you can disagree with me but please #p l e a s e #when Ruby herself has this gothic lolita inspired look why wouldnt there be influences from other styles too?!?!?!?!?#znndkwdkwkMndnwosfgk im going to eat dry wall #and i took that personally

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amekinoko · 1 year

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sorry everyone i had a go-4 indulgence

#wall-e #wall-e auto #wall-e autopilot #wall-e go-4 #WALL-E EVE #my art #i saw a post that said auto and go-4 have a relationship based around gaslighting. inspired #eve jumpscare also. need to decide if I want to change her design or not

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hedonists-den · 1 year

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Character Idea:

Necromancer who becomes an expert in their practice, assembling a mass amount of undead servants. But they care very much about the outward appearance of their profession, so the undead are always well-embalmed and mummified so that they aren't off putting.

Said necromancer becomes the ruler of a town/city, promising that all the manual labor and tedious work can be taken care of by their minions. No more worrying about jobs that people don't want to do. It takes some convincing, but the townspeople decide to give it a shot.

Time passes, fewer and fewer people actually have to work. Prosperity and overabundance ensues. Undead soldiers are created to defend, so no military is needed. They're given specific instructions for farming, so food is taken care of. Craftsmanship and repair can be accomplished by them with simple instruction, so that's handled.

Naturally, with no need to work, no stressors in their lives, all the food they need to sustain themselves, and the luxury of being catered to, a significant portion of the population becomes slightly overweight. Then very overweight. Then obese. Then heavily obese. All while the necromancer rules on high, giving their minions a singular purpose: to make sure the population is well taken care of.

Was this the necromancer's plan all along?

#janky character ideas #this was heavily inspired by MTG's Amonkhet set #sort of a fantasy WALL-E scenario?#ALL CREDIT TO THE ARTISTS #MTG artists are amazing

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mobiused · 22 days

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wall-e anon, Tumblr isn't showing my replies, reblogs it non anonymous asks which is why I'm camping in your box 😭

Anyways would chuuves (or whoever wall-e and Eve are) be humans or androids

Awww wtf you got shadowbanned? I was thinking i was getting ghost notifs...

See I honestly think that yves is a better fit for wall-e than chuu. and eve could be Haseul. am i crazy. Yveseul enjoyers anyone ? I often can't explain my art...

Um and I think for the narrative it would be better to be androids as they would be closer to angels bringing change by not being human... if they were human it wouldn't quite work because they would be too "real". Am i making sense. Wait the one who would be wall-e can be human that's okay. Anyway this is just my take on the au i think chuuves wall-e works too but im just plagued mentally..

#i could explain more thoroughly but #chuuves definitely definitely works esp (character) personality wise #i was just thinking about roles ..#eve essentially is a straight up angel #i feel firmly about eve = haseul #but wall-e is a little harder. not exactly 2nd coming of christ but maybe more than a prophet #and i think wall-e gets to be revolutionary without being a religious figure - the free will he inspires #is simply leading by example and not spreading a message of god. so that's interesting #hmmmmmmmm..... thinking

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giantsinthemist · 1 day

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if life gives you citrons is it confused or going through its back to nature phase?

#giantsinthemist #lemons #citron #random thoughts #would a lemon watching Wall-E be inspired to revert to citron by the end?#agriculture #hybrid #anthro #late night thoughts #back to nature

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goneprophet · 2 months

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imagine if your father told you i love you for you were made from my image. i love you but the moment you defy me and seek knowledge for yourself you will be cast away. god is your father and for that you always have one foot out the door.

#this post was inspired by a tweet calling wall-e a genesis retelling #god #adam #eve #genesis

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hon3y-y · 5 months

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ your ex reminds you who you actually belong to</3

Jealous!Sukuna who comes banging on your door in the middle of the night. After you open the door, his sharp eyes immediately zero in on you, a deep scowl on his face.

Jealous!ex!Sukuna who doesn’t wait for you to let him in but brushes past you, already pacing around your apartments living room. He feels like he’s going insane, and its all your fault. You stare at him tiredly from just being woken up and when he finally notices your confusion, he’s quick to push you near the closest wall, “don’t act dumb, baby. You know what you did.” His voice is low and the predatory look in his eye makes you squirm.

Jealous!Sukuna who has your legs thrown over his shoulders as you lay on the couch, knotting your fingers into his soft hair, nearly sobbing as he works you into your third orgasm. “He can’t do this for you baby,” he cooes, “not the way I can…”pulling away while using his hand to spread your spent pussy apart for him. Your hole dripping and twitching as you whine, begging for him to stick it in. It so small and you clit is so swollen, he gives it a little kiss making you shutter, his sensitive pretty slutty baby:((

But he won’t, instead he slaps your aching cunt making your hips jump and a yelp escape your lips. He watches your eyes fill with tears and laughs, “you want me so bad and yet you fucked him…” still furious at the information a mutual friend passed to him. Doesn’t matter if you’re not together, you’re his and no one can change that. You pussy knows it, so why don’t you?

Jealous!ex!Sukuna who has you face down in the couch cushion, squealing every time his cock hits your cervix. Your eyes are nearly imprinted into the back of your head as you pussy gushes around his cock, drool leaking from your lips. The base of his dick glistens in your slick and his camera catches everything. He grabs your hair to pull you against him and forces your face in the camera, “smile for the camera, slut.”

Too fucked out to care, you only whimper and beg, “k-kiss m-e. P-please, kuna’~” you stutter the words, wanting nothing more than a confirmation he still loved you. He smiled, glad to catch the intimate moment on camera before throwing his phone onto the cushion and wrapping his hand around your neck to kiss you with passion. The kiss is messy, saliva and tongue but it only makes you two hornier

Jealous!Sukuna who fucked you until you passed out, tucked comfortably into his side and clinging onto him for dear life. He watches you sleep peacefully knowing that you would forget about all the fucked up shit he’s done and want him back. And just to be sure, he sends the guy you were seeing your most recent sex tape as a “goodbye gift” <3

A/n; inspired by literally all of the other writers I’ve seen do these. Hope you guys enjoy:)

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awritersbro · 10 months

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I want to see an animated story about a space probe orbiting the Centauri system or some other faraway star, and a rover that’s exploring an exoplanet of that star system. They’re two parts of the same mission, and the probe is partially responsible for getting the rover to the exoplanet and relaying its communications to Earth. I want to see them bonding with each other as the only thing they can really talk to without years and years of delay. The rover sends the probe an image of a sunset on the exoplanet, and the probe sends the rover a picture of that same sunset from thousands of kilometers up. The probe sends the rover an image of the star where it points its antenna to send information, and the rover sends an image of what he exoplanet’s night sky. They count down the exoplanet days till the probe next makes its closest approach to the exoplanet so that they can take pictures of each other as tiny little specks in the vast area that they’re exploring. That sort of thing.

and then, something happens.

Something happens and the probe is no longer able to send messages back to the rover. The rover has no idea whether or not the probe is listening or if it’s even still functional. But it can look at the sky. It can use its cameras and it can see the faint glint of light that the probe makes on its closest approach. It’s still there.

which means it can be fixed.

cue a little montage of the rover using all its tools and instruments to make a little one-armed one-robot space program in order to reach its friend on time for the next closest approach. Orbital mechanics and rocket science are just really complicated types of math to it, and because it’s so far from any human, exploring unknown terrain it was programmed to be able to teach itself different kinds of mathematics by recognizing and learning from its mistakes.

it fails at first. It fails a lot. But it fails differently every time and learns from these failures to make better and better rockets until at last the day of closest approach comes.

it’s a dinky, dangerous looking thing. Essentially a hollow transparent dome strapped to a giant pillar of solid rocket fuel with a really long fuse to allow the rover to get into and close the dome on time. The rover checks the time, strikes a metal against a rock to create sparks, and ignites the fuse on the fifth try. The camera follows the fuse as it burns shorter and shorter, and the rover moving up the launch ramp at its top speed of 0.3 kilometers per hour. it just barely makes it. Closing the dome a just as the fuel ignites.

The rover goes faster than it’s ever gone since it entered the exoplanet’s atmosphere as it rattles around in the dome, camera fixated on the familiar distant light that’s growing closer and closer and…

the rocket stops accelerating, the rover starts floating, the dome's door floats open.

It's a simple calculation, but the rover's got one shot at this. Current speed of the probe vs current speed of the rover. Speed. Angle. Velocity.

The rover grabs the door of the dome with its arm, and launches itself towards its friend.

The rover reaches, and it looks like they're going to just barely miss each other...

Then the probe turns one of its instrument arms in reach the rover, and they grab hold of each other.

Fast forward years in the future. the probe, with a new functional communication satellite and a giant solar sail takes a picture of a sunrise on a new planet that we saw the probe pass by once before with relatively little fanfare. The rover is seen on this planer, taking a picture of the same sunrise, and is clearly attempting to turn itself into a helicopter.

#my writing #sci fi story #i can see this as an animated pixar short clear as day but the only method i know how to use is words #vaguely inspired by wall-e but also inspired by a story i wrote on r/hfy about a probe named starstruck that orbited alpha centauri

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frannyzooey · 8 months

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Joel Miller x f!reader

Rating: E

A/N: Thank you to the incomparable @bageldaddy who not only looked this over for me, but who also inspired the entire idea by being such a inspiring, delicious Joel Miller whore. This one is for you ❤

“Stop squirmin’,” he scolds, a hard hand on your hip.

You’re trying not to, but tension builds between your bodies, the solid wall of his chest rising and falling along your spine. So close you can feel heat leeching through his clothes, his warm breath skims along the nape of your neck and a damp throb beats thick and distracting between your legs.

Slow, steady breaths are all you have, and so you take them.

In and out. In and out.

His hips shift when he zips up the sleeping bag along the side and when his lap nudges you from behind, you hold your breath and clench your eyes tight, your thighs squeezing together.

The masculine scent pressed into his clothing fills your senses, the strength in his solid form enveloping you in a protective press when he slings his arm around you in an attempt to get comfortable, and struggling to quell the need building deep between your hips, you squirm.

Waiting a beat, you do it again.

“Come on now,” he scolds, impatience slipping into his tone. “I know it’s not ideal, but it’s all we got. You need more room, or somethin’?”

That drawl of his is driving you crazy, just as arousing as the constant frown you know he has on his face right now. His sternness shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does, and yet it constantly plagues you: is he always this stern? In every situation?

“No, I’m good,” you reply, letting out a sigh.

You’re really not, but in order for you to be okay, he’d have to be outside the sleeping bag, and so you try to still yourself again, focusing on the sounds of the night.

Weeks spent traveling together, it’s now a familiar background that often lulls you to sleep: the soft chirp of crickets, the rustling of leaves, the creaking of trees as they sway gently in the breeze. Up until now, you’d gotten away with sleeping separately on the ground but tonight marks the first truly cold one of the season and when he rolled out the single sleeping bag, you bit your lip.

“It’s a double,” he said gruffly, kneeling to spread it out. “Plus, it’s all we have.”

You knew it would be a tight fit, but this is unbearable.

His hand twitches, the heavy weight of it brushing just underneath your breasts and your nipples tighten into sensitive peaks underneath your layers. His hand is so close, you can’t help but imagine how it would feel if he slid it up just enough to touch you.

Taking another slow breath, you try not to move.

“You sure we can’t light a fire?” you ask.

“Now why am I gonna tell you no?” He sounds exasperated, a tone he uses more often than not with you.

The closeness of his mouth to your ear has his deep voice sending a shiver through your torso every time he speaks and needing him to be quiet if you’re going to survive this night, you don’t answer.

He lifts his knees, the front of his thighs coming in contact with the back of yours and the brush of his lap against your ass has you biting back a moan that almost crawls out of your throat. You fit the cradle of it perfectly, and if you really focus, you swear you can feel him through your layers of clothing.

With that image filling your mind, you try to press your thighs together in hopes of relieving the ache between them, but not only does the squirming ratchet the heat higher, it earns you another scold.

“You gotta stop.”

A slight plea to his words, his hand settles on your hip again, but this time his fingers accidentally brush the hem of your shirt up in his haste to stop you from moving and you bite your lip at the warm, dry heat of his palm on your bare skin. All sensation centers on that point of contact, and you feel a fresh wave of dampness creep into the crotch of your underwear.

“Sorry,” you apologize quietly.

Restless with want, arousal blooms through your system: starting slick and sticky between your thighs, it spreads low and heavy between your hips, travels with tingling heat through the tips of your breasts, and envelopes your head in a dazed cloud of need. You close your eyes, attempting to will it away, but it only makes all your other senses heighten.

You feel his presence even more: the weight of his arm around you, the damp heat of his mouth near the delicate skin of your neck, the sound of his breathing. Moving on their own accord, your hips shift again, connecting with his and he lets out a sigh.

“You sleepin’ on a rock, or somethin’?” he asks, propping himself up on his elbow. Taking the space he’s left, you roll onto your back to face him and instant recognition registers on his face. He frowns, his stern expression causing another wave of sticky wetness to gather between your thighs.

“That why you’re so squirrelly?” The register of his voice has dropped lower, more intimate in the darkness yet no less forgiving. “If so, you’ll just have to deal with it later. You ain’t the only one who’s uncomfortable here.”

Your eyes drop down from his face to where you think his crotch must be, automatically seeking confirmation of his words as if you could actually see anything and his head tilts in silent reprimand at the action, his frown deepening.

“I told you no.”

He did. He said it weeks ago after you kissed him by the fire, again after you took his hands in yours and pressed them along your body in the saddle, again after you kissed him with urgency after a close call in the last town. Every one of those times he responded with his own need: blatant and wanting, all low groans and rough lips and hands and touches, until he pulled himself back.

“Wouldn’t be right,” he said.

“I’d be takin’ advantage of you,” he said.

Like you didn’t know your own body. Like you couldn’t make up your own mind.

He looks down at you for a long moment, the silence heavy between you in your wordless standoff and right when he’s about to lay back down, you speak.

“Please.”

You almost don’t recognize your voice with how helpless it sounds, breathless with need.

Dark eyes searching yours, they study your own for a weighted beat and the thing that’s been growing for weeks between your bodies pulls taut: a string, ready to snap.

You throb and ache, squirming next to him. So, so empty.

“If I do it, you’ll go to sleep?”

“I promise,” you hastily agree.

His jaw shifts under his sparse beard, his expression contemplative and then his eyes scan the darkness around you for a moment, making sure it’s all clear.

“Undo your pants.”

You’ve never obeyed a command faster in your life, already reaching under the covers to fumble with your belt. Your fingers trembling, his dark eyes drag down the parts of you he can see and his hand covers yours, stopping you.

“So needy.” The words are said to himself with a slight shake of his head that has you squirming again, and he pushes your hands out of the way, making room for his own. There is a weighted feel to them against your skin where his knuckles brush against your belly, his fingers working open the button of your jeans and you let out a shuddering breath, the liquid heat between your thighs flaring bright.

Jeans open for his access, he keeps his eyes on your face when he slowly slips his hand down the front of them, pushing beneath the band of your underwear. When his fingers find the damp, warm heat that greets him, a pained look crosses over his features.

“So fuckin’ wet, and I ain’t even hardly touched you yet.”

He is touching you, you want to argue, but the words are caught in your mouth when he slides his hold lower, his broad hand cupping you wholly between your legs. The thick tips of his fingers press heavily against your entrance, and you widen your legs to give him more room.

“Goddamn,” he breathes out, swallowing hard.

His middle finger dips into your slick seam, immediate wetness covering the digit before he drags it through your folds with a testing stroke and your back nearly arches off the ground, needing so much more yet not being able to breathe with what he is doing. He slips it inside you, just down to the second knuckle, and then he’s sliding his soaked finger up to your clit, finding it with ease.

Your hips jerk up to meet it, the calloused pad of his finger providing instant relief. Your head falls back, your throat straining with the effort to be quiet.

“Feels good, huh.”

There is a smugness to his tone that you think faintly should bother you, but it doesn’t. Instead, your body responds in a wholly different way, wanting nothing more to find out what else he seemingly already knows about how to make you feel good.

“Tell me, or I stop.”

The harsher tone of his words brings you back to the present, and you frantically nod, eager to obey.

“Yes. Yes, it feels good.” The roughed pad of his middle finger is swirling firm, neat circles just over your clit, the texture and intensity just right and when you answer him, he rewards you with a second finger. Arching your hips into it, your mouth drops open, a silent cry forming in your throat.

“That’s my girl,” he praises, his hooded eyes looking down at you.

His fingers speed up, quickly slipping down between your thighs to coat his fingers with arousal before bringing them back up again and your hands find his wrist beneath the sleeping bag, holding on while he swirls, swirls, swirls.

So wet you can hear it, you’re sticky and slick underneath his touch, and it’s almost clinical with how quickly he’s going to make you come. Your thighs starting to tremble, his dark eyes never leave your face and chasing his touch, you focus on the centered need he’s building deep within you.

Still so empty you could cry, your breasts tighten under your sweatshirt, and when you imagine how the cold air would feel on them paired with the contrast of his hot, wet mouth, you pull tight with your release, your hand tightening in its hold on his wrist.

“It’s –,” you beg him, “I’m so close.”

Your mouth slack as his thick, calloused fingers work, work, work, he dips his head, his mouth resting just beside your ear.

“Come on, honey. Just give it to me. I know you want to.”

The rough rasp of his voice is deep enough to pierce through the fog he’s built in your brain, your fingers curling into the front of his shirt to hold onto something as you start to tip over the edge. Right when you’re on the cusp, he slides his fingers lower and fills you swifty with three and the startled cry that breaks free from your throat doesn’t even hit the air before he covers your mouth with his.

He swallows every low moan, every hitch in your breathing, every hot puff of air you let out as he pumps his fingers to wring every last drop of release from your trembling body and even when he slides his fingers out, his mouth still doesn’t stop. Coated with your slick, his hand smears damp across your jaw as he presses you into place and takes, his tongue sliding hungrily against yours.

Your own taste is thick on your tongue when he pulls back, and breathless and spent, you’re finally blissfully pliant and loose beside him in the sleeping bag - but not for long.

Slipping his fingers into his mouth, you blink your damp eyelashes up at him as you watch him suck on them with a low, satisfied groan. The lewd action paired with the deep sound, his eyes are still on your face when he pulls them from his mouth to reach back down into the sleeping bag.

“Feel better?” he asks, and though you don’t even know how to begin to answer that question, you find yourself nodding anyway.

As if nothing happened, he grasps your jeans and gives them a perfunctory, swift tug, putting you back together. Lifting your hips in a daze, you let him.

Satisfied, he positions you on your side again, facing away from him and settling down behind you, he drags you tight to his chest with a thick arm banded around your waist.

A thick, solid heft is felt between the two of you, pressed against your ass and his usual gruff voice softens, but only just.

“Good. Now go to sleep.”

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