#you bug sub asshole

[kineticpenguin]

You know, one thing really bugs me about the experts who know better regarding the submarine thing.

They're all like "we all disagreed with him on every level about his stupid fuckshit idiot sub and told him not to, but he was a good friend"

What is wrong with you? Why aren't you mad?

Deep dive submersibles had a zero fatality safety record from the beginning, for SIXTY YEARS, all the way back to Trieste! This fucking asshole shat all over every hard-won standard so many of you have spent decades establishing, making the game as stupid as possible so he could win the most stupid prize! All of this is at your expense!

You should be dragging his ass! He shat all over everything you've accomplished! Your whole careers are tarnished because he was a fucking shitfuck idiot! He wanted to be "innovative" and "experimental!" The motherfucker was asking for it! Where's that 1950s test pilot spirit, then? He bought it, what an asshole! Put his dumb ass mug up over the bar so we can fucking remember what a dead stupid submersible guy looks like!

[mysticmellowlove]

wowowow the ceo drabble was so good! i kinda love asshole pathetic men ok. and if you’re up to it, do you think you could write a continuation? or like anything really, love your writing <3

note; continuation of August coming up~ also please don't let your higher-ups take advantage of you! just a helpful reminder :)

warnings; dom reader, gn reader, male sub, switchy reader, asshole reader, bad practice, talk of non-con (past), a very consensual present, ruined orgasm, they're both mean your honour

based off; this

Despite totally wrecking him the other day August was still an asshole, and they were still working a nine-to-five at a company they barely cared about. The incessant tap of fingers on keyboards was driving them just about insane. Linda was sitting next to them chatting about some new company policy. Mark was over by the water cooler trying to flirt up the new intern. It was so inane that they could feel their eyes roll.

That was when they hatched the plan, to try and weasel their way into the big CEO's life. Why work in an office when you can suck dick a few times and get money for it? August was a horrible man with too much money under his belt, someone who had accosted them a few times before. So why couldn't they be horrible as well? It wouldn't be hard to blackmail someone like him, all they had to do was get him in such a pleasure-drunk state that he said some dubious secrets or something.

A message popped up on their computer screen through the work portal, of course it was him... who else would bother bugging them this close to closing time? With a huff they got off their chair and gathered up the file of papers they had been assigned to check over. While they walked over to his office, with its own private floor of course (and frosted windows), ideas began to bubble up in their head. They couldn't do it tonight, they had no tape recorder on them and their phone was in office jail currently (staring at social media during work hours was apparently not acceptable).

But he was such a prick that the thought was tempting.

"Wonderful, I've been waiting on these for over half an hour." August's office door swung open as he stood there, his hand clasped around a phone that was pressed to his ear. He regarded them briefly before ushering them inside, the strict tone he used against them melting away into something much more charismatic as he continued to talk to what they assumed was a shareholder.

Calmly they set the papers down on his desk, making sure to put them in the appropriate place as he'd probably blow a gasket if his precious desk was messed up. Just as they turned to leave though they were stopped by a hand on their arm. With a curt smile he hung up the phone and put it into his suit pocket.

If only he wasn't so disgustingly hot they thought.

"Now, I'm sure you're wondering why I brought you up here. Those documents were half an hour late." He said cooly as he went to sit at his chair, his figure almost looming over his desk.

"You're my least efficient worker and pay cuts are coming soon..." he trailed off as if he was being mysterious. This was how it happened, back when they had first come here they had been so eager to please. Money moved the world, and they needed it more than anyone else. To admit they were a pushover wasn't easy but it was the truth.

"You know what I've had it up to here with you. Years of being this little toy has done a number on me. Have you ever thought that maybe I don't perform as high as you want because your cock is usually shoved into me?" A crude snarl rose to their face as they stepped forward, rounding the table so they could be at his side instead of in front of him.

"And yet here you are, threatening me. We all know you won't survive here without me, who'd make you cream your pants better than I?" A laugh left them as his eyes widened and his face reddened.

"Who are you to say things like that to me?!" He seemed to flare up defensively, just a scared little boy hiding behind his title... that was all he was. Their hand darted out and wrapped around his throat, slamming his head back against his leather chair. A strangled gasp left him as they straddled his lap, of course his dick was already hard against them.

"Come on now, don't fool yourself. I can tell you're cock's weeping at the sight of me. I have it conditioned after all. You've had years of fun and now it's my turn. I know what you are." They leaned into his chest, their free hand palming at his clothed dick. He shuddered beneath them, finally a drowsy look crossed his eyes.

"You're nothing but a cheap whore in a suit. I'm sure if you weren't in the rat race you'd be sitting at home tied to a chair." They laughed as he tried to fight back against them. Despite his arms being free he barely seemed to push them away. Acting as if he didn't want this.

"It's my turn now." They mused as they shucked their shirt off, letting their nipples rise in the cold air of his office. Immediately his eyes trailed to them, his tongue wetting his lips indiscreetly. A snide laugh left them again.

"See, you're like a dog, aren't you. So hungry for me and yet still so high and mighty. You know you never did beg last time." He seemed to be unaffected by their words as he tried to lean into their grip to get closer to their body. With an angry grunt they shoved him back again, their fingers digging into his skin as a warning. A short groan left him.

"It's your turn to sit back and take it yeah? Come on be a good whore for me." His mouth dropped open as they slowly shifted so they could take his pants off, letting his cock spring free of its cotton bounds. They rolled their eyes as they saw the angry red tip drooling precum.

"Insatiable." They whispered under their breath as they ground their pants into him. The rough fabric seemed to please him though as he tried to wheeze a moan out. They loosened their fingers before letting his neck go entirely, instead using his shoulders as leverage to bounce on him.

"Even now I'm only thinking about your orgasm, how annoying. You'll owe me one for later tonight, how about that." They hummed as the fabric of their own pants rolled over his sensitive dick. He looked up at them with glassy eyes, his words slightly slurred.

"W-what?" Was all he managed, seemingly too far gone but still coherent enough to have his snark.

"I quit, I'm done." They said as they looked down at him, a menacing grin on their face. His eyes seemed to widen but before he could say anything they wrapped their hand around him, tugging his cock roughly. A strangled moan left him as his nails dug into the armrests, his words muffled by his enjoyment.

"But this, this isn't over yet. You owe me for all of those years. You would've gone under if I wasn't acting as stress relief huh?" They cooed mockingly as tears budded at the corners of his eyes.

"You didn't let me cum last time." He managed to say as he looked at them, a small spark of defiance in his eyes.

"Better come up with something worth my time or else I'll leave you dry again." It was like a match was lit between the two of them, both feeding off each other's flame. Yet only one could win out in the end and they knew August would falter.

"Fuck." He groaned as his hands clasped around their waist, not controlling the movement but simply resting there. A small admittance of defeat.

"There are other positions open." He finally yielded, his eyes hateful as he looked up at them. They pretended to think as they stopped their movement, teasing a whine from his throat.

"Not interested." Was all they said.

"I'll pay." Their eyebrow quirked up. They didn't know too much about business but in this state neither did August. All he was doing was chasing his orgasm, the one they had denied him before.

"For what?" So close, they were so close.

"For being my..." A deliberate roll of their hips stopped him in his tracks.

"Fucking fine, for fucking me! I'll pay you to fuck me, just finish me off." A curt laugh left their mouth as they slid off his lap and positioned themselves next to him, their hand gripping him at the base.

"Come on now, that's barely what I want." He groaned as his head fell back to his chair, his teeth grit.

"Please make me cum, please please please." He begged, over and over like the broken record he was. They grinned and began to move their hand up and down his shaft, making sure to miss his head on purpose.

Before he could refute their actions they planted their hand over his mouth, intent on giving him his orgasm but not in the way he wanted it. His hips stuttered as his cock jerked in their hands, pitiful spurts of cum dribbled down his cock and coated their hand as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Their hands left him as the cold air seemed to chill him, his eyes trailed over to them as a silent question formed on his tongue.

"My house, tonight. Maybe this time I'll give you a real climax." They grinned as they turned on their feet and walked to his door.

"Consider this my two weeks." With a wink and a snide smile they were off.

#love for anon #sub male #ask #dom reader #gn reader #drabble

[webbo0]

The Rumble of the Engine

Luke Glanton x AFAB!Reader

Length: 5k words (longest yet!)

Summary: You tease Luke on his beloved Motorcycle, he returns the "favor"

Content/Warning: NSFW!! Teasing, Groping, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Handjob (kinda?), slight Dom/Sub dynamics (?), Smoking (it's Luke so obviously), Improper Use of Motorcycles, Dangerous/reckless driving

Authors Note: Happy Birthday Ryan!!🥳🎉 This is my late contribution to the Goosecord Birthday fanfiction Party (or whatever we're calling this). I've had Luke on the mind as always and figured he'd be perfect for my first attempt at writing smut. Feel free to leave any constructive criticisms you may have, I'm still a new writer

Finally, shout-out to the Goosecord as always! Y'all are amazing people and are always there to help me out, inspire me, or just plain make me happy 💕

Looking back, you knew where you had fucked up. Sure, maybe you brought this all upon yourself, but who could blame you? You dare anyone else to resist the temptation.

You had only met Luke a month or so ago, but you were both infatuated with each other. He’d looked at you, sitting near the tent where he did the death-defying, given you a long, burning once over, winked, and stuck a cigarette in his stupid, crooked smile. His hair was disheveled from his helmet, and with his jacket slung over his shoulder, he was showing off his many trashy tattoos. He honestly looked like kind of an asshole.

You needed him.

You had ended up in his trailer that night, arching your back as he fucked you, making you cum with almost expert precision. His grip on your hips was strong enough to leave bruises, and knowing the transient nature of fair workers, you thought his marks were all you would be left with. But after fucking you within an inch of your life, he had laid with you and almost shyly asked if he could see you again sometime soon.

He would be in town for another three months, and since the fair was only open three days a week and you had a flexible work schedule, you spent plenty of time together, getting to know each other's quirks.

You learned the hard way that Luke was pretty protective of his motorcycle.

You’d been talking (and flirting) behind his tent for a while, just enjoying the night breeze, and, in his case, a smoke. You had gotten a bolt of courage and walked over to the motorcycle he was leaning against and threw a leg over to awkwardly straddle the seat. He’d watched you with an amused smirk as you leaned towards him, his eyes darting to your hands wrapped around the handlebars.

But when you moved your wrist to rev the engine, his hand shot out, gripping you in a steel vice. Your breath hitched as he used his other hand to hold your chin and tilt your head to look him directly in his eyes.

His gaze was piercing, almost harsh, as he quietly murmured something about stressing the engine and hurting the exhaust. You couldn’t follow his words, frozen in place by his sudden intensity.

“Do you get me?” he had asked, thumb stroking your cheek where he still held your face in place. You clenched your thighs together in an attempt to quell the sudden rush of heat to your core.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” you had responded, slightly breathless.

Luke had nodded, hands still on you as his eyes roamed your face hungrily. His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip before he brought you in for a searing kiss. You sighed into his mouth; he tasted strongly of cigarettes and fair food. You brought up the hand not clamped in his grip and threaded your fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss.

Later that night as you writhed under his touch, you made a mental note that this was a dangerous (and fun) button to press with him.

And press it you did.

After that night, you bugged him constantly to teach you how to ride a motorcycle.

“Come on Luke, let me try just once. It’ll be fun!” you ask him one night as you cuddle in bed together.

“My motorcycle is my baby, Beautiful. It’s my only transportation and my only career.”

“I’m not going to wreck it, I just want to drive you around for once.”

He smiled at that, wrapping an arm around you and kissing your forehead.

“But you make such a good backpack!”

“Backpack?!” you almost yelled indigently. He just laughed and kissed you again, this time on your mouth, shutting you up.

But the backpack comment had stuck in your mind. Fine, if he thought you were a backpack, then by God you’d be the “best” backpack you could be.

Luke and his motorcycle had become your primary transportation by now; he drove you to work and back, to dates together, and, memorably once to your dentist,

Ever since his comment, though, you decided to take a more…active role as his backpack.

It started with just wrapping your arms around his torso lower than usual until you were gripping just above his belt. Then, during longer drives, let your hands start to wander; over his biceps, his pecs, and especially his broad thighs.

He gave you a look once you got to your destination, but you brushed him off.

After about a week of consistently groping him, you took a plunge.

You were on a country road, heading down towards the fair, your hands gently caressing his thighs.

As casually as you could, you slid your hand over the crotch of his jeans. You felt him take a deep breath, your chest flush with his back. You waited a minute, letting his breathing settle, then squeezed.

You nearly fell off the seat as Luke jerked his motorcycle before he corrected himself and steadied you both. You kept your hand on his dick until you got to your destination, stopping outside behind his trailer.

He nearly threw himself off the bike, spinning to face you as he took off his helmet.

“Care to explain yourself?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.

You glanced down and saw that he was half-hard, and you had to suppress a smirk.

“Explain what?” you replied, furring your brow to add to the ‘I’m-totally-innocent’ look.

“Your show’s starting soon, better get ready!”

He growled but went inside to throw on his “Handsome Luke” outfit and get ready. He stormed out a few minutes later but stopped to give you a quick kiss. (He swears it’s only for good luck). He leaned down and whispered into your ear.

“Don’t start doing things you’re going to regret”

His erection had gone down, but a fire burned in his eyes. A smile crept onto your face.

“I can deal with the consequences”

He smirked but turned and marched towards the Cage of Death.

You thought for sure he’d get his revenge but he didn’t mention anything after his show that night.

So, not knowing to quit while you’re ahead, you teased him one more time. Actually, more like 3 more times. Each time you would discreetly grope him while you clung to his back, as he shuddered, his breath caught in his chest. And every time you finally got off the bike, you braced for retribution that never came. If you were smarter you would've realized he was just biding his time, waiting for the perfect time to strike.

Which led you to today.

You wake up in his bed, same as you have the past few weeks. He always wakes up first (his sleep schedule is truly terrible), and you usually awake to him blatantly staring at you.

Today however when you blink open your bleary eyes open he has a look on his face you don’t recognize. It was close to amusement, but you couldn’t quite pin it down. He smiles as he notices your eyes creaking open, and the mysterious look disappears, replaced with his usual mix of cockiness, adoration, and mischief.

“D’ya want me to learn how to ride my bike today?”

“Whatever happened to ‘Good Morning’” you grumble, sleep still clinging to your brain. Half a second later you process what he said.

“Wait, really?” Your body shoots up, almost smacking him on the nose. “Yes! Or course! It’s not like I’ve been asking for weeks or anything.”

He snorts a bit at your quick response and stands from the bed.

“I have some shit to do this morning and I know you have a shift too, but I’ll pick you up later tonight, alright?”

You nod and watch him as he dresses, your eyes roaming his muscular and heavily tatted torso. You stretch and get out of bed, already impatient for tonight.

Your work shift seems to last five times longer than usual, anticipation distracting you so badly that you nearly pour salt into someone’s coffee instead of sugar.

Finally, the clock chimes announcing 6 pm. You hurriedly clock out, practically tearing off your apron. You wave goodbye to your coworkers and walk outside to wait for Luke.

He’s already there waiting, leaning against his motorcycle smoking, red jacket slung over one shoulder. The sun is already setting behind him, and the golden light makes his bleach-blonde hair glow, almost like a halo. You smile widely and wave to him as you bound across the parking lot to greet him.

A wide grin creeps onto his face and he plucks the cigarette from his mouth, moving it out of the way to not get ash on you while he leans down to kiss you.

“Hello, Gorgeous, how was work?” He asked you the same question every time he picked you up, knowing you loved telling him all about the funny or infuriating customers you had that day (he would never admit it, but he loved listening to you talk too).

But you have other priorities today.

“Work was good, but I had other things on my mind,” you say in a faux accusatory tone.

He chuckles but hands you the helmet he always brings for you. You grab it and move to sit in the front of the motorcycle, but Luke grabs your arm, stopping you before you can.

“Woah, woah, slow down Baby, I’m not letting you kill all three of us crashing into traffic because you don’t know what you’re doing yet”

“Ok, ok, fi- Wait, all three? You did not just include your bike as a person, Luke.”

“Keep saying things like that and I’ll take back my offer.” He arches an eyebrow, “Now get on. Behind me.”

You wisely shut your mouth and climb on after him, sliding the helmet over your head. You watch the sun get lower and lower in the sky as Luke drives you both outside of town, past his trailer, and to a large clearing behind the fair.

“Smart,” you comment as the bike slows to a halt, “Nothing for me to crash into out here.”

Luke doesn’t say anything, but the mysterious look returns to his face for a moment. He almost looks…predatory? He blinks and it’s gone as fast as it had appeared. Ah, well, you have other things to worry about.

“So, can I sit in the front now?” you’re practically bouncing with excitement.

“You sure can”

You squeal and toss your leg over the back, wobbling before gaining your balance. You don’t grab the handlebars yet; you learned that lesson the hard way.

Luke, instead of standing in front of the bike to give you pointers like you expected, climbs on right behind you. With his chest firmly pressed against your back, he reaches his arms around you, grabbing your hands and bringing them to the handlebars. With a flick of your wrist, the engine roars to life, and three things become immediately apparent to you.

One, the pants you’re wearing are a lot thinner than you thought.

Two, you had neglected to put on underwear this morning in your rush to get ready. On their own, those two facts wouldn't be a problem if not for the third and most pressing issue.

The motor of the motorcycle must be right under the seat, because the vibrations of the engine were going straight to your poorly protected core.

Your breath catches slightly at the sensations, but you hide your reaction well. This would just have to be a distraction you ignored if you wanted to learn anything tonight. Luke either doesn’t notice your reaction or is ignoring it because he starts explaining the controls to you casually. You pay attention the best you can as you feel yourself getting more and more aroused, his voice low in your ear certainly not helping.

You put your feet on the foot holds as he explains how to brake, and then with his urging you bring the motorcycle to a slow crawl forward.

“Good job, Baby” Luke purrs in your ear, the feeling of his breath against your skin makes you shiver, “Just start making small circles to get the feel of it.”

A newfound feeling of confidence surges through you as you carefully maneuver the bike around the field, picking up some speed. The engine rumbles harder every time you rev the throttle and you clench your thighs around the seat, hoping Luke doesn’t notice.

As you gain the feeling for the machine, Luke gives you more pointers, helping you accelerate, brake, and make more complex movements. The whole time his grip never leaves your torso, but you notice he starts to grip you lower and lower. Must be to let me move around better.

Your assumptions are quickly proven wrong though, when while you are cruising along, feeling comfortable driving, one arm slides up to hold you across the chest, pressing him even more firmly against his broad chest. The other hand moves until it's gripping right where your hip meets your thigh. You feel the energy shift.

“You know, people have different reactions to riding a bike for the first time,” his hand on your hip is making small patterns, “Some are afraid, some go overboard with the feeling of power, and some are cool as a cucumber.” You take a deep, unsteady breath as his fingers trail toward your belly button.

“But you,” he continues, hand moving slowly and steadily down your lower stomach, “Are the first person I’ve met to get turned on just from revving the engine.”

You gasp as he cups your crotch, pressing the heel of his palm right against your most sensitive spot. You nearly swerve and fall off the bike, but his arms keep you steady.

“Do you think I didn’t notice those teasing touches you kept doing, did you think I’d just let that slide?” he growls, punctuating his sentence with a slow grind of his hand that makes you let out a low moan.

“Luke I’m, I’m sorry” you gasp out “I- I didn’t mean to-”

“It's a bit too late for forgiveness now, Baby, but it's ok. We’ll make this a learning experience,”

You relax slightly as he removes his hand from your core until he starts toying with the waistband of your pants and you realize how fucked you really are.

”Now you’re going to drive us both home and since you seem to think it’s perfectly fine to tease someone who’s controlling a 400-pound death machine, you clearly won’t mind if I return the favor. You won’t let us crash right?”

You weekly nod in response, resigning yourself to whatever plans he had. Not like you could break out of his grip if you wanted to; his biceps were nearly as big as your thighs.

Revving the engine (and flushing an even deeper shade of red when the vibrations tease you even more), you turn the bike onto the road back to his trailer. You go much slower than he would, as both of your helmets are off.

Luke keeps one hand around your chest, but his other hand slowly creeps below your waistband, heading toward your aching core.

You feel him hum in approval as he realizes you aren’t wearing anything underneath, and his lips brush against your neck. He dips a finger between your folds, feeling the wetness that must’ve soaked through the fabric of your pants by now.

“All this for me? I’m flattered, really”

You whine as he starts to circle your clit slowly and consistently, and his teeth catch on your shoulder. He sucks down on your skin and you know you’ll have a bright red hickey there tomorrow, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

You concentrate on the road the best you can, thankful that there aren’t any stop signs or street lights because you don’t know if you would've noticed them at all. Your breath is coming out ragged, but you hold the bike steady, not wanting to risk crashing.

Luke doesn't let up his assault on your cunt, fingers slowly increasing speed as they tease your sensitive nub. His mouth is trailing along your neck, leaving marks wherever he goes. He touches you with practiced ease and you slowly start to buck into his hand, chasing the pleasure shooting through you.

His arm around you tightens again holding you still, and you whine in frustration.

“Now now, can't have you tipping us over” The amusement in his tone is clear and you huff, annoyed at how much he's enjoying tormenting you. But he just continues his relentless teasing, making you shudder and let out sounds you only made in his bedroom.

After what feels like forever (but is probably only 15 minutes), you pull up behind his trailer. It's a slow day at the fair and he lives on the far end, away from most attractions, but a jolt still goes through your spine at the thought of someone finding you there, helpless to his touch.

You move to get off the bike, but Luke’s grasp keeps you in place, his fingers never faltering.

“Luke,” you pant out, “someone could see u- mmf!” You let out a surprised shout that's muffled by his hand previously around your chest covering your mouth.

“Well then, you better keep that pretty mouth shut for me, right? Wouldn't want everyone knowing how much of a slut you are for me” his voice is harsh in your ear and you let out a drawn-out moan, his words just adding to the fire rushing through your veins.

He pauses his movements and you momentarily think he's finally finished taunting you. His hips shift behind you, pushing your own hips forward a bit. You feel him shudder behind you and realize his crotch is now pressed very tightly against your lower back. You can feel his dick through his sweatpants as he grinds into you, clearly as turned on as you are.

You gasp into his hand, attention brought back to your cunt as he slowly pushes two fingers into you. You're so aroused that he can slide them in with little resistance, your wetness welcoming him. The pads of his fingers are rough from wear, and they feel incredible as he drags them back and forth inside of you.

You can't help the noises that escape you, muffled behind the steady hold of his hand against your mouth. Luke lets out a moan that's more like a rumble deep in his chest as he grinds his cock against you. His thumb returns to your clit, adding to the pleasure building in your center. You jerk forward, the feeling almost too intense for you to handle.

He stops his movements abruptly, pulling his hand out of your pants. You nearly sob in frustration. He turns your head to look you in the eye, hand still over your mouth. His pupils are so blown that the blue of his eyes is nearly gone. He looks ravenous.

“Are you starting to learn your lesson?”

You nod quickly, and he smirks.

“Good. But I'm not finished with you,”

Luke brings the hand that was just buried deep inside you to his mouth, sucking your juices off. He lets out a moan at your taste and you feel lightheaded. His fingers leave his mouth with a pop and you wish they were back in you.

“Now, we're going to go back inside my trailer and I'm going to finish what you started. And maybe if you're good, I'll let you cum, ok?”

You nod your head again, desperate to feel him again. He takes his hand off your mouth and you let out a loud breath, nearly panting.

He gets off the bike and holds out his hand to help you. You're shaky and unsteady, but you dismount without issue. The last thing you want to do is feel his wrath if you knock it over. He brings your face to his for a passionate kiss. You sigh into him as his hand threads through your hair to deepen the kiss, opening your lips to let his tongue explore your mouth.

Luke breaks the kiss and searches your face, looking for any sign he was going too far. You smile at him and bite your lip, letting him know you are A-OK with everything happening. His face softens for a moment and he smiles a crooked smile back at you, before the hungry look returns to his eyes and he tugs you up the stairs of his trailer.

You both get in as he shuts the door, already shedding his torn-up shirt. You tear off your clothes and clamber onto his bed. He stalks towards the bed, and nearly pounces on you as he climbs on after you, legs between yours as he holds his body above you.

He dips his head down to kiss you as his hands greedily roam your body, nails scraping slightly as he trails them over you. You moan into his mouth as one hand grabs your chest, kneading into the skin. He flicks your nipple, making you gasp and arch your back.

“God you’re gorgeous like this,” he murmurs as his gaze travels song your naked form, “I could keep you here like this for hours”

You keen at his words, your hands wrapped around his torso to keep him pressed against you, hoping he forgets about his ‘revenge plans’.

No such luck though, as he grabs your wrists with one hand and pins them above your head.

“It’s time you learned a little lesson about touching, so here’s how this is going to go; I’m going to enjoy myself and make you feel good, while you keep your hands right here the whole time, understand?”

You whine but nod, not trusting yourself to say anything that might wind him up more. He knows how much you love to touch him; running your hand through his hair, scraping your nails against his back, or just tracing each of his many tattoos. This was going to be hard.

Luke releases his grip on your wrists, and you dutifully keep them above your head. He smiles a dangerous smile.

“Good job, Baby.”

He kisses you one last time before he sits up and crawls off the bed. He leans forward to grab your hips and you yelp in surprise as he drags you to the end of the bed, your legs hanging off the edge. He moves forward until his still-clothed crotch presses onto your sensitive cunt, making you shiver. You move your hips, grinding on his dick that was so hard it must’ve been painful. He groans, but grabs your waist, pinning it still.

He leans down and kisses right in the center of your chest, then starts trailing his way down your torso, kissing and nipping at your skin as he does so. You let out breathy moans and sighs as his lips leave marks all over you, but keep your hands still, resisting the urge to touch him.

As he gets to your lower stomach, Luke kneels down, hands still gripping your hips. He shifts his attention to your inner thighs, bruising the sensitive skin beneath his teeth. You’re trembling, trying to maintain some form of composure as you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter.

Finally, he stops and you let yourself catch your breath before you feel the tip of his nose bump against your pubic bone. You look down and your breath hitches when you see him staring up at you, desire glaringly obvious in his eyes. Every instinct inside of you wants to reach down and tangle your fingers in his beautiful blonde hair, but the last coherent part of your mind resists.

That last fragment of coherence leaves you immediately though, when he sticks his tongue out and licks a long stripe up your folds. You throw your head back and let out a low groan as he steadily moves his tongue over your aching center with expert precision. For a man with such a tough exterior, you were always shocked at how softly Luke speaks, and equally as shocked at how adept he was using his mouth.

You’re lost in the feeling of his mouth working you closer and closer to your release when he latches onto your clit and sucks. Your gasp is cut off with a cry as he pushes two thick fingers into you again, curling them into the spot he knows will make you see stars. Your back arches and you reach down to grab his blonde locks, trying to steady yourself any way you can.

Luke removes his mouth from you and tsks, then bites down hard on the inside of your thigh. You almost sob, needing to touch him so badly you could cry, but you release your grip on him and reluctantly put your arms above you again.

He hums, satisfied, and goes back to sucking on your clit making you whimper. He adds a third finger pumping in and out of your glistening pussy, and you can practically feel his smirk when you attempt to clench your thighs close around him.

He hums again, and the vibrations on your sensitive nub combined with the precision of his fingers inside of you is too much to bear.

“Luke it’s- it’s too much,” You’re gasping with every breath, the tension in your core about to explode “I’m- I’m gonna-”

“Shhhh, it’s ok Baby, you’re doing so good for me. Let me hear those gorgeous sounds; I want to taste you as you cum for me.”

His soft words, combined with his mouth returning to suck on your clit and his fingers curling inside you finally tip you over the edge, the tension coiled in your lower stomach exploding across your body. You cum with a loud moan, crying out for Luke as you do. His fingers and mouth don’t stop, working you through the aftershocks until it becomes overstimulating and you tap the side of his head for mercy.

Luke withdraws from between your legs, carefully pulling out his fingers and giving your pussy one last kiss before he stands. You’re still catching your breath as you watch him, looking pointedly at his crotch.

He still has sweatpants on, and they do nothing to hide his achingly hard dick or the wet patch that's formed by the tip. You bite your lip, wanting to return the favor.

“That looks painful. Need a hand with it?” You sit up and move a hand to cup his dick, but his hand darts out and stops your wrist before you can make contact.

“I thought we learned a lesson on not touching without permission, hmm?”

You pout, but put your hand down to your side.

‘What, you’re just going to ignore that then?”

Luke chuckles but lets out a small gasp when his dick twitches, still confined in the fabric of his pants.

“I’m going to take care of this all by myself, and you’re going to sit there and look pretty while I cum all over you, sound good?”

He’s saying it as a question, but the dark look in his eyes when you tilt your head up to look at him lets you know there’s no making him budge on this. You swallow thickly and nod.

“Good, now just sit still and let me look at you,”

Luke pushes his waistband down, finally freeing his dick. He’s harder than you’ve ever seen him, steadily leaking precum from the flushed head of his cock. He uses the hand previously inside of you to slowly stroke his length, coating himself in your slick. You let out a small moan at the sight, wishing you were enveloping him, not his hand.

He increases the speed of his strokes, eyes roaming your naked form. He’s muttering words under his breath that you can barely hear, but you catch a snippet.

“...so gorgeous, so good for me, God, I love seeing you all fucked-out and wrecked like this…”

You notice his panting getting faster and his movements becoming erratic, as he approaches his climax.

“It’s ok, cum for me, Luke” You copy his soft tone, coaxing him over the edge.

He gasps out your name, eyebrows furrowed and teeth gritted as he cums with a growl, shooting his release all over your chest and stomach. You hum in approval, letting him calm down and catch his breath.

He tucks himself back into his pants, leans down to plant a kiss on your forehead, and then disappears into the bathroom. You collapse back onto the bed, exhaustion creeping into your bones. He returns after a minute with a damp washcloth and bends over to clean you up. You try to sit up to help him but he gently presses his hand against your chest, keeping you down.

“Shh, it’s ok. Let me take care of you.”

You’re more than glad to let Luke take the lead, unsure if your legs could even support you if you tried to stand. He finishes wiping you clean, taking extra care to be gentle around your now overly sensitive cunt. When he’s done he sets the cloth aside and kicks off his boots (has he really been wearing them the whole time?).

He crawls into bed next to you, bringing an arm around your shoulder to pull you closer onto his chest. You gladly curl into him, happy that you can finally feel him against you. You let out a yawn, the long day and energetic evening finally catching up with you. Luke presses another kiss onto your forehead.

“So, did we learn our lesson?” he asks, his tone soft and lighthearted. You giggle and snuggle closer, your eyelids drooping.

“Not sure, might have to teach me a couple more times.”

Luke snorts out a laugh and starts tracing little patterns on your shoulder with his thumb. You drift off to sleep in his arms, dreaming of motorcycles, the smell of cigarettes, and the love of your life holding your hand.

#luke glanton #Luke Glanton x reader #the place beyond the pines #tpbtp #Luke Glanton fanfiction #n sfw #ryan gosling #ryan gosling fanfic #ryan gosling birthday fanfic #fanfiction #my writing #man I'm so down bad for that bleach blond idiot

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How To Train Your Cowboy | Rhett Abbott x Reader

Word Count: 5,000 Cross Posted on AO3 Warnings & Notes: 18+, Fem!Reader, light usage of a crop, cunnilingus, begging, overuse of Ma'am, edging, just your average dom!reader and sub!Rhett :) because you've gotta discipline your cowboy every once in a while &lt;3

Rhett's headliner is beginning to fall down.

The more he tinkers with this truck, the more problems arise. By no fault of his own. There's only so much you can do for a truck that's old enough to drink legally in the US. Has never known anything more than ranch work that puts its mechanics to the test on the daily. There isn't an inch of this vehicle that hasn't been scratched. The seatbelts are fraying; the cloth interior bleached from two decades in the harsh sunlight. 

And now, after days upon days of fixing an issue with the rapidly cracking dashboard, the goddamn headliner is coming down. Reaching up, you press it back into place; it's far from a fix, falling down the moment you let go of it.

No matter how you try, it refuses to listen. 

Rhett and his truck have many things in common.

Stubborn. Bull-headed. With the intellect of a century-old mule. Always out looking for trouble if it doesn't find him first. As territorial as an unneutered dog.

"W're home." Speak of the devil.

"I'm aware, genius," you can't even look at him right now, nevermind put up with hearing that god-forsaken drawl that slips out when he's had a beer or two. Never the good beer either; always the cheapest thing in the gas station because the idiot values a few cents over his own tastebuds.

If he even has them.

The truck door squeals as you open it, shrill, ear-splitting. Only serves to make you grind your teeth as you make a beeline for the door. Your nerves so tightly wound that even the gentle breeze is enough to cause them to begin fraying at the edges, threatening to snap. 

"Sweetie—"

"I don't want to hear it, Rhett." Opening the door a little bit too hard; the only thing stopping it from being thrown open is the big hand that catches the top of it. Ugh.

"Please just listen to me?" He tries again; you're not facing him, but you can already feel those puppy eyes pleading with you. 

Those damn eyes have you so hooked that even the mere memory of them has you folding. "So you don't want to listen to me," you're struggling to keep your tone even, "but you want me to listen to you?"

Familiar arms wind around your belly, a nose nuzzling into the side of your neck, "I'm sorry."

You want to be angry. You want to raise hell and give him a million and one reasons to regret pissing you off. But the longer he holds you, warm chest melting away the tension in your back, the harder it is to be upset. 

But just because it's harder doesn't mean it's impossible.

Stepping free of his grasp, you head for the bedroom. These damn clothes are starting to bug you; jeans too tight, shirt a little too scratchy for comfort. In hindsight, leaving your clothes out on the dresser was the best move you ever could have made. Your favorite lounge shorts and one of Rhett's old shirts lie on the very top of the stack, so easy for you to step into.

A red leather heart pokes out from beneath the pile. 

Hm.

"Look, Trevor was the one who started the fight," you're not sure when Rhett appeared in the doorway, but he's there, holding onto the top of the frame. His eyes now concealed by the brim of his hat. You're not sure if you're thankful or disappointed.   "What else was I supposed to do?"

"Walk away?" Tossing your hands up, "do something that doesn't give the Tillersons a reason to finally lay you in the grave?"

Rhett's shoulders stiffen, rising, his shirt coming up just enough to allow you a glimpse of that soft, pale tummy. Not for long, though, because now he's coming closer. "You really think I can't handle a little tussle with some rich asshole?"

"It's not about that," the backs of your knees bump into your computer chair, "it's about you learning to listen."

What words reside in Rhett's throat are left to die because your fingers tangle in the hair resting at the nape of his neck and tug.

And he crumbles. 

Mouth ajar, eyes glazing over with something softer as you guide him down, knees hitting the floor with such a loud thump that you're certain they'll be bruised in the morning. He almost beats his hat, knocked clean off his head by your hand, landing with its brim flat on the floor. Under normal circumstances, he'd fuss about it not being brim up. 

Not once does he look away from you. Wordless.

The chair squeaks as you settle into it. Seems everything is doing that today. "I can't take you anywhere without you acting like a feral brat," letting go of his hair, "now, can you be decent for me and get these clothes off? Hm?"

There's the obedience you were seeking. Those pretty hands are nothing but a blur as they fiddle with his belt buckle, opening it so quickly that the gaudy attachment falls off entirely. Between his determination to get those tight jeans off and fumbling with his shirt buttons, he doesn't notice you reaching overhead to take hold of that little red heart. 

A crop you so lovingly purchased this past Valentine's day. Leaving perfect, heart-shaped marks in its wake. 

Rhett hates it.

With his clothes shoved to the side for the future variants of yourselves to pick up later, he returns to you. Cheek pressed against the inside of your left knee, peering up at you from under those thick lashes.

The longer you look at his hat on the floor, the more it bugs you. "Pick it up," motioning toward it with the crop. 

His hand leaves his side.

"Without your hands." Freezing. Blinking once. Twice.

Again, he reaches for it. Smooth leather comes down on his ass, and he jumps. No words are shared; he knows why it happened, and based on how you're running the crop against the curve of his ass, he knows you'll do it again if provoked.

For a moment, you think he's going to fight you on it further. Give you a run for your money, as he has so, so many times before. But then you catch on to that shaky breath that shudders out of him.

He folds.

Using his hands only to brace himself against the floor, he bends down and gingerly picks it up with his teeth. A heart-shaped mark stands proudly on his ass. He's unable to meet your eye as he sits back up, the edge of his favorite cowboy hat dangling from between pink lips. Oh, oh, those ears. The tips of them are turning cherry red. 

Holding it by the crown, you take it from him, lifting it and placing it right atop your head. 

On his own accord, he smushes his cheek against your knee, and you know exactly what he's trying to ask for. It's the only clue you need to understand why he's falling into this so easily. You have something he wants.

"Aw," cooing, you take him by the jaw, guiding his head up, "is my pretty boy wanting to eat me out?"

Rhett's breath hitches. Nod. 

Gripping his jaw tighter, you lean down, "use your words."

"I," the proximity gives him no escape from your fiery gaze; no matter how hard he tries, he can't avoid it. "I wanna eat you out."

"You'll have to ask nicer than that," you can't help but smile as you say it; you were setting him up for this one.

Rhett's proper squirming now; the only thing that keeps him from pulling out of your grasp is the soft tap of the crop. "Ma'am, " he breathes, shaky, "can I please eat you out?

Silence. In fact, you pull away. Only because the position is somewhat uncomfortable for your back, but Rhett doesn't interpret it that way. 

He panics. "Please, ma'am," his voice wavering as he begs oh so sweetly, "please let me eat your pussy."

Cute, but you're not quite convinced that he deserves to have what he wants so easily. He didn't listen earlier, so why should you fulfill his little pleas? But he's so damn pliant before you that you almost give, just as easily as those lips do when you press your thumb against them. Opening up, wet tongue greeting it like a goddamn welcome mat. 

"No." God, he deflates like a balloon, his disappointment visible in the poorly concealed frown that flickers across his face. You might as well have just popped his favorite balloon and kicked him out while you were at it.

Fine. 

Fine.

"You have to convince me first," you follow up with some pressure on his tongue, pinning it down, "without your words."

There's that hopeful crinkle in his eyes; it's only been gone for a couple of seconds, thirty at most, but it feels like you've gone a lifetime without seeing it. Your thumb glistens as you take it from him, and you almost expect him to get to work the moment you do, but he stays still. 

Waiting.

Hm. You wonder if he'll remember those old commands from this past summer when the two of you got your first crop. You think you spent a week doing nothing but play with it. 

The crop lightly taps at the small of his back, nothing more than a gentle poke of the leather, once, twice, thrice. His eyebrows furrow. 

Slowly, as if unsure about this, he leans forward, pressing a tentative kiss to the inside of your right knee. So he does remember. 

One kiss, then another, chaste at first. The rough stubble on his cheek tickles, such a strange sensation to feel between your legs, but any chafing is easily kissed away by those thin lips, tongue soothing over each one. 

Gradually making his way up, up, up, until he's pushing back your lounge shorts with his nose, insistent to suck at the skin hidden by the material. You can already feel the marks he's leaving behind, rapidly darkening spots that shimmer with his handiwork, carefully left behind in the areas your shorts can conceal.

"That's enough for that leg," you murmur, tangling your hand in his hair. Your request falls on deaf ears; Rhett doesn't so much as open his eyes, too busy showering your inner thigh with his attention. 

A resounding smack rings through the room, followed by a surprised, breathy moan as he switches to your neglected thigh. Poor thing has two hearts on his ass now. 

Maybe it's because the skin hasn't had any attention yet, but his tongue feels like lava against you, burning invisible holes everywhere he goes. Kissing, licking, up from your knee until his tongue is scraping against the edge of your panties. Bringing the crop back up, you tap his lower back once. No reaction. Did two taps mean to stop? You can't quite remember.

It must have been two because that's what brings him to a screeching halt, eyes darting upward, lips red and swollen from his efforts. 

There was a question you were burning to ask, but you can't stop yourself from leaning down to kiss those pretty lips. You haven't done anything to him yet, and he's already whining against you. Only serves to make the kiss wetter, mouth never quite closing. It's far too easy to reach down between his legs and take hold of him, pleased when he jumps into your grasp.

"Are you going to be a good boy for me?" You ask against his lips, stealing another lingering peck. 

Rhett's eyes flutter when you flick your wrist on that upward stroke, "yes, ma'am."

He's already dripping into your palm; each pass over that hard cock leaves him wetter and wetter. The angle is awkward, your shoulder aching with the strain of reaching all the way down, but it's hard to focus on when your thumb flicks over his weeping head. Body jolts with a strained whimper as you repeat it.

"Remind me again what you want?" You haven't forgotten, but it's so much fun to see him squirm.

Silence. 

That mouth opens, but he doesn't quite form a word. Too shy to ask for it, despite having done so just a few minutes ago. 

"No?" Letting go of his heavy cock, you go to stand, "alright, then."

"Please," breathy, desperate, like the words are being strangled out of him, "please, please let me—" hiccup, "please let me eat your pussy, please, just let me—" there's more he's trying to say, but as quickly as the flood gates opened, they close.

There it is.

Sitting back down, "alright, alright," you pinch his cheek, "don't start crying on me, now."

His hands obediently follow as you guide them up to the waistband of your shorts, slipping them past your hips and down your legs. You don't know where they wind up because the moment Rhett's got them off, he's nudging his nose between your legs. Breath hot against your sensitive core, but such a far cry from the burning tongue that opens you up. Broad, flat, like he's savoring every second of your taste. 

"Someone's eager," your amusement is drowned out by the sweet, sweet sensation of him circling your clit. 

Muscled arms wrap around your hips, anchoring you down, but you get the feeling it's more for him than you. Holding on to keep himself from floating away as he laps at your entrance, dipping inside just enough for you to feel yourself open up around that wet muscle. Nose poking at your clit, the slightest stimulation that has you squirming in the chair. Wetness drips down between your legs, and it's not coming from you.

"Fuck, baby," pulling on his hair to feel him groan into you, "look at you, you're fucking drooling."

Your words are acknowledged by a breathy little grunt, meeting your eye while he rises to work your sensitive clit. Flitting his pointed tongue against where you're most sensitive, those dark blues flutter shut, so obnoxiously content, while you're left to gasp for air that fails to soothe your burning lungs. 

The edge of his hat bumps into the chair, falling forward into your face. You're glad Rhett's eyes are closed because you're certain he'd laugh as you inevitably take it off. The damn thing is too big. 

His eagerness alone is enough to have that invisible coil tightening, spurred on by the sloppy suction on your clit, loud, bouncing off the walls and down the halls. So, so eager to please you that you feel dizzy. You don't think he's even considered the concept of stopping, even to catch his breath.

"Rhett." He knows what you mean by that. Frowning, he bats those eyes up at you, looking like a goddamn kicked puppy. 

When he doesn't show signs of stopping, you have to take matters into your own hands, pulling him back by his hair. Fuck, his chin is absolutely dripping. Quiet, upset little sounds leave him, the fruit of his efforts to hold himself back from fighting you on this. 

"Please?" 

You're going to faint. 

You genuinely think you're going to faint. 

"Get up on the bed," wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead, "and maybe I'll let you."

Good lord, you'll have to wipe the chair down later. There's a wet spot the size of Texas on it. Rhett merely sits on the edge of the bed, unsure of where you're sending him and in what position. A part of you expects him to tilt his head to the side like a confused puppy dog.

"On your back," and he just about falls backward. The bastard makes sure his head winds up on his pillow, though. You can't even be mad; he wrecked his neck falling off that bull tonight. 

Eager hands welcome you as a leg swings over his hips, your cunt resting against his neglected cock. It's too easy to plant your hands on his chest for leverage and grind against him, feeling how he spreads you open. 

"Oh," Rhett's meek gasp doesn't go unheard, "oh, that's—"

"Do you like that?" You chirp, feigning innocence as you work up a little rhythm, rubbing back and forth against him. 

"Yes, ma'am," he gasps, gripping your hips, "I...I do."

The soft underside of his head drags so nicely on your clit, so perfect that it's as if he were made to fit against you like this. On any other day, you'd spend more time here, but you're still trying to make a point here. 

It takes some maneuvering, but soon you're hovering right above Rhett's eager mouth, already open and waiting for permission to taste you again. A downright addict, both of his hands resting loosely on your hips, rubbing loose circles into them. 

"Touch yourself for me," you order, combing your fingers through his messy hair. 

His dominant hand, the left one, falls from your body. There's no need to look over and see when he takes hold of himself; those fluttering eyelashes tell you everything you need to know. 

You're a touch hesitant to come down completely, sort of hovering as you sit on his pretty, waiting face. But Rhett notices, and in the strangest turn of events, he takes your hips in both hands and pulls you all the way down onto him. 

"You ain't gon' break me, ma'am," words spoken right into your dripping cunt, "I promise."

And then it's right back to work, licking, slurping happily at your pussy, working himself in the same tune. It's hard to decide where to look, the upward turn of those closed eyes or the reflection in the wide mirror that stands next to the bed. There's nothing quite like watching Rhett's hips rise into his own masterful touch, so obscenely needy. 

That free hand of his curls around your thigh, using it for leverage as he works up into your cunt, fucking you with his tongue. For every upward stroke along his length, it rises, licking as far as he can reach. All the while, that soft nose of his intentionally grinds into your clit in loose circles that have you squirming. 

"Quit touching yourself," your command is breathy; what power it held is lost to whatever magic Rhett's tongue possesses.

Two blue eyes squint up at you; that huff against your labia is anything but happy, but he lets go of himself, hard length slapping against his lower belly. Leaking, a deep shade of ruby red that cannot be comfortable to deal with. 

Combing your fingers through his hair, "good boy." In a fraction of a second, that frustration melts; always so happy to hear those two little words. Laving his tongue against your clit with no real indication of what he's going to do next, he hums into you. 

Reaching behind yourself, you take hold of that heavy cock of his, feeling how he jumps from the simple touch. It's difficult to properly stroke him in this position, but his hips rise on their own accord, fucking himself into your loose grasp. So sensitive that he whimpers around that little button, barely able to pacify his sweet sounds. Each one rattles up your spine, only serving to make you wind tighter and tighter.

And unfortunately, you have no intentions to cum on his face today.

There's an ache in your hips as you pull away, enough to distract you from the pitiful noise that rattles out of those swollen lips, unsure of what you're doing but unhappy that he's had to stop again. Wordless, you take him by the wrist, and together, you wrap your hands around his pretty, weeping cock. 

"Ma'am?" That big hand of his is so loose around yours, at a loss for what to do.

"It's okay," rolling your palm over that dripping head to see him jump. Not one bit of him seems to believe you, but he follows along; your hand practically disappearing beneath his. It's at times like these that it's hard to tell if his cock is big or if your hand is just small. 

You don't remember seeing those eyes shut, but they spring open when you let go of his cock in favor of gently toying with his balls. Breath catching in his throat as you lightly roll them around in your loose hand; they've always been sensitive, but they're even more so post-rodeo. 

"Feels—" sharp inhale when your thumb unintentionally twitches against them, "feels good."

Tentatively, when you don't quit playing with them, he reaches up to stroke himself, hips bucking up into the touch. Gripping the sheets with the other hand, that pretty mouth falls open, caught up in the sensation. God, you think you could listen to those breathy grunts all day. 

Then you're moving, reaching into the bedside table in search of that nearly-empty bottle of lube, tossing it in his general direction when you find it. He knows what to do with it; you're still traumatized from the last time you used it. When the cap popped off, and a brand-new bottle was spilled all over the kitchen floor. 

"Thank—" he can't speak, too engrossed in how he's toying with the crown of his dick to formulate a proper sentence. 

Poor thing has no idea that you've got other ideas for how this will end. Fighting to conceal the devilish smile on your face, you watch as he works himself. Gradually becoming more frantic the closer he gets because, after all, you've never told him to...

"Stop." That frustrated wail is music to your ears. 

Rhett could fight you on this. Three or four more strokes and he'd be painting that soft belly with pearly white ropes, whimpering to high heaven as his orgasm rocked through him. But he doesn't; has to completely let go of himself in order to stop. Pawing at the sheets, squirming, desperate for a relief that never comes.

"Ma'am," tears prick at the corners of his eyes, "Ma'am, please."

"You know," you hum as you lay down next to him, the mattress like heaven beneath you, "you wouldn't be in this situation if you would have listened to me."

And your cowboy just doesn't seem to know what expression to make. Flickering between disappointment, shame, and something you can't name, something that makes his lower lip wobble and his eyes dart to the bruises that litter his rib cage. Scatterings of red and purple, hand delivered by the hands of a Tillerson. "I'm sorry."

Parting your legs, you beckon him closer, "get between my legs, sweet boy."

You can't help but grin when you catch glimpse of the fading heart on his ass, almost wishing he'd defied you further. A dozen of them would have looked so nice on that pale skin. The head of his cock bumps against your hickey-ridden thighs as he settles between your legs, smoothing his shaky hands up your knees.

Reaching between your legs, you guide his wet, lubed cock to nudge at your dripping entrance, still wet with his saliva. 

Three taps. 

He gets the message, and you find yourself gently being split open, stretching to take him in. Inch by inch, fluttering as his head grazes the neglected bundle of nerves inside, and that alone is enough to have him collapsing onto his forearms, nose nuzzling your cheek. Something's bumping against the top of your head. 

Oh. 

"Thank you," lifting your head for him to slide the pillow beneath your head. 

Easing in further, Rhett peppers your cheek with kisses. Tiny, dainty little pecks that distract from the never-ending length that seems to reach for your lungs. Stringing you thin, clenching, and unclenching around him. Finally, fucking finally, you're met with the pleasant relief of his balls settling against your ass, hips coming flush with yours. 

"Fuck, Ma'am," as your nails rake up his soft, muscled back, he shudders from head to toe. Sensitive. So, so sensitive. "Fuck, you feel good around me." 

There's a lock of hair that's escaped from behind his ear, hanging in his face until you tuck it back into place, "you can move." 

With a shaky breath, he withdraws. Halfway would be an overstatement, a shadow of his usual test stroke, bottoming back out in your dripping pussy with a needy groan. This lack of power is so different; incapable of anything but fucking into you in short, slow strokes that never let you feel empty. 

"You're squeezin' 'round me so tight," the squelch of your wetness sounds so goddamn filthy in this quiet bedroom. Only egged on by the way he rubs against that soft spot within you, this position allowing him to shower it with attention, ripping the noises right out of your throat. 

Reaching down, your fingertips find your clit, so sensitive yourself that you clamp down around him with a whine. "Rhett."

You only spur him on, dropping his head down into the pillow, and his hips start to move quicker.  Thick cock pumping in and out of you, giving your quivering pussy no chance to keep up with those jerky motions. Every inward pump has you gasping for breath that you just can't seem to capture, struggling to keep your fingers on your drenched sex.

"Thank you, Ma'am," he murmurs directly into your ear, "thank you for letting me fuck your tight little pussy."

Rhett's nose is pressing into your lower jaw, keening into your neck with every move he makes. In and out, dragging so perfectly against the nerves in your walls that you see stars sparkling behind your eyelids. Those thrusts are getting twitchy, quicker, beating against that little spot, and God, fuck, you can feel yourself getting close.

Fluttering around him, you work yourself a little faster, selfishly seeking that ledge you've seen twice tonight. Clamping down tighter, thighs squeezing his trembling hips as those soft noises are punched right out of your throat. 

"Rhett, Rhett," your eyes can barely open, that familiar wetness growing as his cock head kisses those nerves, pressing harder on your clit now. You're gonna cum; you're gonna cum, you're— 

"Baby, don't you dare cum in me." 

That confused little gasp is all you need. One little secondary twitch against those nerves, and you're cumming on his cock. Head floating right off your shoulders, lost in the strained cry above your head as it washes over you. Muscles tightening, fluttering like a hundred tiny butterflies. 

The clouds that wrap around you are practically vibrating, so warm that you feel like you've crawled under a dozen blankets. Your ears are ringing. 

And that cloud is...raining?

Eyes snapping open. Rhett's not above you anymore. No, he's completely pulled out of you; you're pretty sure that's his cock bumping against your leg. His face is buried in your belly, arms wrapped around you, quivering like a leaf in the wind. Like if he lets go of you, he'll be blown away.

"Rhett?" 

Reaching down, you take hold of his scruffy jaw, guiding him up to look at you. Tears well in those ocean blues, dripping down his cheeks, but nowhere near the tidal wave he's so desperately holding back. Bottom lip quivering with the effort of it. 

You think you've gotten your point across a little too well.

"Come here," patting the empty space on the pillow for him to fill, "let me take care of you, sweet boy."

Rhett's nose nuzzles into the side of your cheek, laying on his side, shoulders tucked beneath your non-dominant arm. While your other reaches over, taking hold of that wet, purpling length. 

"Please," he whimpers, "please...please let me..." 

"You can cum," leaning your sweaty forehead against him, your hand starts to work. Stroking up and down, twisting when you pass over his crown in the same fashion he'd been working himself previously. 

With him so close, you're privy to each and every weakened noise, breathy gasps, and pitchy whimpers dripping from his lips like honey. So, so noisy as he twitches in your hand. Doesn't need much attention to get him close again, hips writhing as you quicken.

"'m gonna," hiccup, "baby 'm gonna...!"

"Come on, sweet boy," you coo, "cum for me."

His lips fall open, but not a noise can escape him. Strangled into complete, utter silence as he cums in your hand, painting it and your belly as his orgasm finally, finally washes over him. He's so close that you can't see his face change, but fuck, do his eyes roll back behind those fluttering lids. 

That oversensitive twitch is what slows your hand, coaxing him through those little shock waves that shake his entire body. With a soft sound, his softening cock thumps against your belly. 

He's not quite there. 

Well, he is, but he's so blissfully out of it that his bones might as well be made of jelly. That cum drunk smile glistens on his sweaty face, dopey, a little bigger than normal.

"Such a good boy for me," you murmur into his temple, reaching up to rub those sore, bruised ribs of his. No, rubbing them isn't enough.

Rolling him onto his back, you lean down to press kisses on them. Each bruise deserving of a peck, whether it be dark purple or the faintest red, feather-light, so as to not hurt him. Rhett cards his nails against your scalp, humming contentedly. 

"What're ya doin'?" Voice deep, rumbly, like he's just woken up. "You kissin' me better?"

"Of course," in between kisses. 

Calloused fingers tap the back of your head. Once. Twice. 

Stop.

"Y'don't gotta do that," he yawns, guiding you up so he can steal a kiss.

Huffing, you steal one for yourself. "Ever heard of aftercare, moron?" 

"Kisses on lips are better than kisses on ribs," in his head, he probably thinks he sounds like a goddamn poet. "Can we take one of those bubble baths?"

Yeah. Yeah, a bubble bath sounds nice right now.

It's exactly a week later when you walk into the exact same situation. Rhett's fresh off his last bull of the night, still panting, nose to nose with Trevor Tillerson. You don't know what Trevor's saying, but it's got Rhett's jaw clenched so tight you fear his teeth will crack.

His eyes land on your frame. Dart back to Trevor.

He smiles and walks away.

"I'm listenin'," he grumbles, taking you by the hand, "but in my head, I've unhinged his jaw."

They say you can't train a cowboy, but you think you've found a pretty damn good method.

#rhett abbott smut #rhett abbott x y/n #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott #ao3 oneshot #oneshot #rhett abbott outer range #outer range fic #outer range #outer range amazon #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbott x you #reader self insert #self insert #x reader #reader insert #fem reader

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

General HCs on what is like to be Black Mask's parnter? And the man himself too? Thanks <3

Black Mask Romance and General HCs

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS. Time to brush your man up and out of the dumpster, friend!

TW: Unhealthy/controlling romance dynamics, BDSM, violence, smut

Trust Issues. Roman had a lot of things happen as a kid due to parental neglect and was constantly made to "toughen up" via double crossing or outright emotional abuse by his family. Then his previous partner abandoned him after he went to the criminal life. He has SO MANY trust issues that you'll either double cross him, poison him, something or other-

It feeds into a controlling nature he has concerning everything: Business, the underworld and now you! He wants to know where you are at all times, about your friends, your family. He's not such an asshole that he would tell you who to see and not see, but he has ways of making you unavailable if he decides he doesn't like someone...

Other people NEED to know that you are his. I briefly touched on this in the general kink post, but he would do the 24/7 BDSM aligned Master/sub dynamic with you in a collar if you were down. Public sex and fondling where his goons or underworld powers could see. If there's no collars, he's definitely marking you up. If you let his ego get away with cockwarming during a meeting, he'll do it. Honestly, if you don't set hard boundaries, he can and will get degrading during sex. Depends on if that does it for you!

If you DO set boundaries, though, he will respect them. Might take you telling him you're serious, but he will. Especially once he's fond of you and it's not just about sex. You potentially getting done with his shit and leaving is a threat he doesn't take lightly.

If there is any aftercare that needs to be done, he'll take you somewhere privately and make sure you're taken care of. It's probably one of the few instances you'll see a truly softer side where he's genuine, sincere and gentle. He knows the importance of fixing his things after breaking them down.

On more of a relationship standpoint, you'll be well taken care of with him. Nice clothes, fancy shit, but a strict budget on what you can ask for. And don't expect him to slip just for a pretty face. He used to work in cosmetics, he's seen beauty- it's fucking worthless and can disappear in an instant.

Be ready to be cool and collected when he loses his temper, something that happens more often than not. He'll throw things, knock goons on their ass, pull out a gun and threaten people- not you, doll, these FUCKING knuckleheads- he might fire a shot for proof into the ceiling. Hope you aren't prone to anxiety or anything!

That anger and rage does sometimes translate into the bedroom which can lead to some pretty passionate rough sex. You'll be sore after but by god, he'll make sure you're satisfied.

If anyone ever tries to fuck with you, they'll end up a bloody puddle. He'll make them suffer and let you watch and participate if you really want. If not, he's more than happy to have his fun on his own.

There's only a few things that are soft spots in terms of his life: His father, his mistake at Janus Cosmetics that caused hundreds of women to be disfigured and the failure of said company after, and his face under the mask. Don't ask about his face under the mask. As far as he's concerned, the ebony wood-metal combo skull mask that covers his whole head IS his face. You can see the outline of his burned lips just under the "teeth" of the death's head skull. He carved it from his father's casket and it became fused to his flesh after a fire during his first true criminal outing against Bruce Wayne/Batman. Sore subject.

You'll likely get caught up in his criminal business one way or another. Either to earn his trust in some way or by accident because uh hey babe, I don't mean to bug you but I'm kind of prison again-

Overall, it's never a boring time dating Black Mask.

#black mask #black mask x reader #foxwriting #smut #I went more romance/relationship in this vs background but i tried to sprinkle stuff in there #certain things i didn't stray too far from comics such as the carved mask because lets be real that's metal as fuck #we're not giving this man rabies though #roman sionis

[frosty-the-killer-doll]

What are your opinions/headcanon’s on Olivarry? Also your Arrowverse polycule Au is so cool!

thank you, i know it 💅

opinion? love it. barry being a nerd for ollie and his many vigilante codenames before he even knew the guy? barry finding out that asshole playboy famously saved from a shipwreck after a supposed 5 years on some fuckin island oliver queen is his hero? such a broken pedestal/death of a hero moment. and then this fucking dweeb oliver met once going into a coma? felicity and oliver quietly worrying about him? delicious. and then said dweeb gets superpowers and becomes a superhero right after waking up from the coma. what the fuck.

i mean, oliver is to thank for barry taking "the flash" as his name. oliver is to thank for barry becoming a superhero. oliver is to thank for barry being alive. oliver broke that pedestal and rebuilt it with his own two hands- bloody, damned hands- before barry's very eyes. they disagree, they fight, they butt heads, but they always believe in each other. barry sticks up for oliver, oliver sticks up for barry, so on and so forth.

oliver believes barry is 1/2 of "the best of us." whether oliver's talking about our arrowverse heroes or creatures in general is never established. oliver believes that barry can inspire things in a way he cannot. oliver believes in barry more than he believes in himself and because of that, barry trusts oliver with every cell in his body. because he's barry allen. and he's oliver queen. and that's all they need.

faggot behavior honestly

in the polycule au, they are married in crisis on earth x. they first officially start dating around the flash s3 and arrow s5, and that's when olicity finally join the big polycule. olivarry marry smoakwest as a complete quad officiated by dig, spontaneously as was their canon one-way marriages

in emerald archer, barry appears in the documentary episode so barry has been seen enough with oliver that ollie's fans/paparazzi know they're friends. before people know that they're polyam and fucking married, there's online theories that barry is oliver's secret boyfriend and felicity's his beard. there's ship art of their civilian identities and everything.

everyone got quite pissy when barry was spotted kissing iris- yknow, his girlfriend. and then everyone was even more mad and confused when barry was spotted also kissing cisco, ralph, patty, linda, kara, felicity... whAT is the TRUTH?? for some reason only a very few amount of oliver fans theorize that a polyamory is happening

there's also ship art of their vigilante identities, yippee. sometimes barry reads flarrow rpf out loud to him. oliver gets mad at smut fics the most. in his own words, "the green arrow isn't a sub! or a bottom!"

hard to lie about how much you sub/bottom to your husband that you have had sex with multiple times, but, hey, you do you, oliver

also do you guys remember when sara lance said "you deserve someone better, someone who can harness that light that's still inside of you" to oliver and then oliver saying "why i sacrificed myself for you, so that in all of this darkness, you could be a guiding light, a hero" to barry? ha. i fucking do. i sure remember that one. that's why to me oliver has so many light-related pet names for b, such as; sunshine, sunlight, sunny, lightning bug, firefly, supernova etc etc. oliver also has ones in russian that he generally refuses to teach barry what they mean, like; zaychik (meaning little rabbit), moya lyubov' (my love), solnyshko (little sun)...

barry loves oliver's cooking so much it's unreal. oliver regularly sends him home-cooked meals and makes sure barry's fridge is filled to the brim with his food if oliver knows they won't be able to see each other for a bit. the second thing oliver does every time he sees barry is offer him food.

the first thing is, of course, kissing him until he can't breathe

to get nsfw with it oliver very much likes when barry speed-fucks him, especially when oliver is not in flash time. one second barry is fully clothed across the room and the next barry's on him and oliver's suddenly cumming.

^ obvi they had talks abt this before they ever did it, talking abt sex stuff when ur bf is a speedster is very much needed. that bitch vibrates if he gets too excited!!

they both have survivors' guilt and other ptsd, so, sometimes one of them just... shows up at the other's house, distant and achingly quiet, and the other just sits with them and holds them and it's all so silent and when they leave they never mention it again.

okay that's all i got rn GOODBYE FOREVER!!!!!!!! 🫡

#frosty answers #arrowverse asks #arrowverse polycule au #olivarry #barry allen #oliver queen #the flash #the flash cw #cw the flash #arrow #arrow cw #cw arrow

[valentine6athena]

Dabi with a Witch s/o

This is my first time posting on here but I’m a witch and the burnt boi brainrot is REAL

CW: 18+ dom! Reader, sub! Character, witchcraft, love spells, 🍃, violence, curses/hexes, wax play, chastity cages, milking,

He’s so confused when you tell him you’re a witch 😭 he’s like ‘huh??? Like you mean your quirk??’ But once you explain it to him he doesn’t really care tbh.

Doesn��t understand why he’s so infatuated with you?? He honestly thinks you cast a love spell on him and you’re like ‘Nah hon, I’m just that good.’

Once y’all actually get together he’s at your beck and call, need something for a ritual? He’s already digging through your kitchen looking for it. Need to light a candle? He’s got a fire quirk for a reason. And if you accidentally spill some hot wax on his chest well then that’s just a bonus 🤷‍♀️

Shigaraki asks what that weird design sewed into his jacket is, he simply shrugs and replies ‘dunno, guess my s/o got bored.’ You overhear and decide that he doesn’t need to know that ‘weird design’ is a protection sigil to keep him safe during battle.

Is very confused when he finds a jar sealed with wax in his jacket pocket, so he looks up the ingredients that he can see inside and does not like the way his stomach fills with butterflies when he reads that they’re common ingredients in protection and good luck spells.

After constantly joking about it, you ask if you can actually put a love spell on him to strengthen yalls bond, he agrees because he honestly doesn’t expect it to affect him, not that he doesn’t believe in you or your abilities, but because he already loves you so much, he didn’t believe he could feel anymore love for you than he already did.

And plus he’s not gonna complain when you have him on his back, writhing under you as you you milk him for all he’s worth because you need his cum for the spell, he’s so fucked out after it that he can’t even remember you asking him in the first place.

So imagine his surprise when he suddenly can’t breathe when you’re not in the same room, when he needs you to function normally, he needs you to touch him, to look at him, to talk to him. He’s so needy and he’s so confused…until he sees a little jar sealed with red wax hung from a chain around your neck, right next to the key to his cock cage..

Is very confused when you hand him a drink after he’d been bitchy all day, it’s pretty, with a lime and orange slice floating in it, after taking a sip he visibly perks up before completely downing it all in one go, he looks at you with quirked brow and asks what your witchy ass cooked up this time, you look at him with a smirk and reply ‘just a lil thing I like to call my moody Judy potion.’ He looks at you with a dead stare before huffing and you catch a glimpse of a smile as he rolls his eyes and hugs you from behind.

He looks at you questioningly as you massage some kind of oil into your scalp and around your third eye, he asks you what it’s for, and you reply that it’s for easing nightmares before asking if he wants some, he says sure, cause hey, any excuse for a free head massage, and is pleasantly surprised when he sleeps like a log. He refuses to admit it, but that’s probably the best he’s slept in years.

Thinks it’s weird that you put lavender in your blunt before rolling it and taking a hit, so he leans over and puts his mouth over yours as you exhale the smoke. So yeah long story short, lavender is his favorite scent now cause it reminds him of you.

Is about to get on one knee when you offer to curse endeavor for him, and thinks you look unbelievably sexy sitting in the middle of his apartment, dressed in a skimpy outfit, surrounded by black and red candles, sprinkling dead bugs, nails, vinegar, and poisonous plants on to a picture of his asshole father, and is overjoyed when you ask him to do the honors of lighting the picture ablaze.

Thinks is so cool that you can fuck people up on the battlefield and spiritually

He’s low key scared of you 😭

Like he has watched you bash someones head in with a quartz tower he is not fucking around and finding out

And he witnessed first hand how hard endeavors PR team had to work after that lil curse. He has no doubt that you could kill him with a curse…or hell just one of your big ass crystals and a slingshot would do the trick.

He does love you though, and his fear of you low key makes him horny LMAO

Him helping you light candles and incense my heart-

Loves how you just straight up tell demons and entities to fuck off when you’re cleansing, he’s convinced you have no sense of fear.

He picks up pretty rocks and flowers he thinks you could use in spellwork

#my hero x reader #my hero academia #bnha dabi #dabi x reader #sub character #bnha x reader #witchcraft #witchy

[darlingshane]

big bad wolff

Pairing: Braxton Wolff x Marybeth Medina

Summary: Passing on a contract is a first for Brax, but there's something pulling at his heartstrings that is far more interesting than the money he was offered.

Content/Warnings: 18+, Explicit, Smut, Vaginal Sex, Dom/Sub Undertones, Alcohol, Associates with Benefits (or something like that).

Word Count: 2k (precisely)

— You can read below or at AO3.

“Hard pass,” Braxton slides the envelope across the table after taking a quick look at his new target. “I don't fuck with law enforcement.”

“That's the line you draw? Thought you were all about the money.”

“I love money. But a man gotta have a code, too. 'Sides Treasury? It'd put a target on my back.”

“She’s an analyst.”

“Still. Working for the federals.”

“What if I double the offer?”

Braxton raises a brow and opens the envelope again to see the beautiful Marybeth Medina in the photo inside.

As tempting as the offer is…

“I'm sorry, Mr. Calhoun. I'm afraid the answer is still no. What did she do anyway?”

“She's got her nose in my client's business like a rabid dog after a buried bone. The only way to stop her from digging further would be to gently put her down.”

“Hm, I've met women like that.”

“I thought you guys were professionals. Can't you make it look like an accident? What would you say if I added another 50 grand?”

“It’s possible, but accidents can get the wrong people asking the right questions, and I can't have that in my line of business.”

“You're a hitman.”

“And you're a two-time slimy lawyer that scours a six-figure representing the scum of the earth that make me look like the Easter Bunny.”

“I have to say, Mr. Wolff, your reputation does not precede you. Mr. Davenport won't be pleased to know you have refused to do your job.”

“Davenport is not my boss. Tell him I said hi.”

He watches Calhoun like a hawk as the lawyer retrieves his cellphone from Braxton's assistant.

“Did you tap it?” He asks once Calhoun has left the premises.

“Who do you think I am? Of course, I tapped it.”

“Good. You tell H to get a detailed list of all his calls, meetings, texts… I need to know where this asshole eats, when he shits, where he does his dry cleaning…”

“The whole gist. Got it.”

“Put a couple of guys on Medina, too. Just in case.”

“I thought that was your job.”

“Yeah, but I'm afraid they're going to double down now. I can't take those chances.”

“You had to piss him off, didn't you?”

“You know me, sweetheart. My mouth runs faster than my brain. I'm a lost cause.”

Later that night, Braxton sneaks into Medina's building. His guys are already staking the place per his orders.

Medina is not home yet when he breaks into her apartment. It wouldn't be the first time he's done it.

In the dark, he pulls out a mini flashlight and RF detector and checks every nook of her place for hidden bugs.

Given their history, he kinda owes her this one. Even if he didn't, what he said to Calhoun is right, he doesn't fuck with law enforcement. At least not in that sense.

He's going through her desk when Marybeth opens the door.

She’s not surprised one bit to find him there when she turns on the light.

“Look what the cat dragged in. Do you ever just wait for people to invite you in, Mr. Wolff?” She watches Braxton, clad in back, putting his gadgets away.

“Hm, sometimes. But it's not as fun.”

“Business or pleasure?” her frown remains firm as she puts her case down, removes her blazer and steps out of her uncomfortable shoes.

“How about both?”

“Some things never change.”

Marybeth rolls the sleeves of her dress shirt and pulls out a bottle of scotch and two ball glasses from the cabinet, as he takes off his leather gloves and sits at the dining table.

That's how their meetings always start – with a bottle of Lagavulin and a formal debrief that follows with them handling their pressing business between sheets.

“I think I have a mole,” Marybeth realizes after hearing Brax's warning.

“How do you figure?”

“Because only me and my boss know about Davenport LLC. We're still gathering evidence.”

“Is your boss dirty?”

“Ray King?” She chuckles a little, “not a chance in hell.”

“Well, whatever you have on Davenport is making them shit their panties.”

“Davenport doesn’t scare me,” she throws back her glass, taking a big gulp of her drink.

“He should. I’ve seen what he does with pretty faces like yours.”

“You think he’d be that dumb to go after me?”

“He came to me, honey. He is that dumb.”

“You could've just called, you know?”

“Had to make sure nobody was listening.”

“Are they?”

“No.”

“Good. Can we move on now to the pleasure part? I had a long day.”

“I just told you one of the most dangerous men on the planet is after you and you’re not worried at all?”

“Oh, I am worried. But he’s not going to show up tonight, is he? Uh-uh. Not as long as I have The Big Bad Wolff on my side.”

“Gotta say, Medina. You were not like this when we met. You went quickly from little lamb to lion.”

“Maybe I was never a lamb. And, you weren't like this, either. It seems that you actually care about what happens to me, Mr. Wolff.”

“Well, perhaps I do. Would that be so bad?”

“Hm, no. Not at all.” She stands up, offering a hand in his direction. “You coming, Big Wolff?”

“Rock ‘n Roll, girl.”

Braxton downs the rest of his drink and takes her hand, letting her lead the way to her bedroom.

Under the warm glow of the night lamp, and Brax’s brazen stare, her hands undo one by one the buttons of her shirt. As her skin comes to view, he pulls out his boots and slips out of his jacket without letting her out of his sight.

There’s no rush, but the thrill is palpable. It lingers in the air. They’ve already gone through this more times than he can count, and watching her undress her body is just as exciting as all those times he’s ripped her clothes apart.

When they're both stripped to his underwear, his hands automatically are drawn to frame her hips, pulling her body flush against his. Marybeth tilts her head, tentatively seizing his mouth slowly, letting her fingers draw the toned slopes of his arms.

Her tongue moves past his lips as her skin comes alive, buzzing under his palms, as his fingertips sink at the curve of her ass.

Brax tries to take control of the kiss, but Marybeth doesn't waver, and brings one of her hands to hold his chin still. She nibbles his bottom lip before sucking it between her teeth to see it turn dark pink after releasing it.

Usually, she lets him be the one in charge, but tonight she's in the mood for something different. There are things outside this room that escape her control, and here with him is the only thing she can get a semblance of power.

“Thought you wanted the big bad Wolff.”

“I want him on a leash,” her hand curls around his throat without squeezing.

“Yeah? What do I get in return?”

“Me.”

He scoffs and licks his lips, “okay, lil lion, show me what you got.”

Marybeth keeps her hold around his neck, guiding him backwards toward the bed until the back of his legs meet the mattress. He lays down on his back, and she crawls on top of him. She braces her palms on his chest, straddles his lap, allowing her hips to gently circle over his crotch.

His hands are automatically called to hold those beautiful hips that shamelessly grind, earning themselves a good hard-on to enjoy.

Behind layers of underwear, she rubs herself over and over, a little faster each time, letting that sweet spot revel in the friction he provides as the inner side of her panties quickly gets coated in her juices.

Locking eyes with her, he’s utterly mesmerized by the unbearable beauty of Marybeth as she bites her bottom lip. From above, she watches him exhale and buck up like an animal between her legs, trying to drill his way into her.

It's a torturous deed, she's aware. There's a fine line between playing with Brax or riling him up, and she's just lightly tapping on it. If she pressed any harder, it'd be like poking that ravenous wolf.

After a long moment, she brings her hips to a halt and reaches back with her fingers to unclasp her bra. As she tosses it aside, she leans forward to gently bite on his lip.

“Good, Wolff,” she grins, tracing the shape of his lips with the tip of her tongue as her fingers slip under the elastic of his boxers to feel his erection. It fills up her fist, throbs as her hand squeezes just a little harder to have his precum wetting the head.

“Hmm,�� his lip curls, showing those teeth he's marked on her skin many times before.

Getting him to a point of perfection, she finally rids herself of her panties and pulls down his boxers. His cock jolts on its own when her knuckles graze his shaft. Propped on her knees, she lifts her ass, lines the blunt tip of his cock with her entrance, and sinks onto him.

In less than a second, as usual, he forgets altogether why he came here as her wet ass pussy slides up and down his hardness.

“Fuck me, girl,” he pants as she sinks all the way down, having her divinely, tight opening pressing around him.

Once she's comfortable enough, she angles her body forward, propping her hands on either side of his head, and moves a little faster. First, just rocking back and forth, and then bouncing with practiced ease as Brax fills his eager palms with her ass. Her breasts are so perfectly round and perked, bouncing dangerously close to his face, he can't help but stick his head up to nibble one of them.

Marybeth, smiling mid-moan, holds his head with one hand as he viciously wraps his lips around her nipple. His grunts ripple all over her skin, making her core ache, as he moves to the other boob.

He uses his teeth this time, there's so much she can do to tame that wild beast beneath her, she wouldn't even stop it if she wanted to. After crossing that line, he's all lips, tongue, and paws claiming her body.

His arms curl around her, and before she realizes, he's turning the tables to get himself on top of her and charge the rest of the way. He desperately pushes into her at full force, coaxing her body into submission. The most beautiful cries come out of her as he drives her into madness when his fingers find their way to her clit.

Having his fingers working furiously on that spot, he bites her neck, scrapes his teeth on her jaw before devouring her mouth. He can't bring himself to stop until he's poured every drop inside her. Braxton gasps for air as he comes undone. His cock is still twitching inside her, trying to ride the wave of his orgasm, when her sweet opening flutters around him. All her muscles seize up for a second as a lightning of pleasure travels through her body.

Holding her jaw, he keeps his mouth open against her lips as his breathing catches and the room suddenly goes quiet below the sound of their shared pants. His stomach presses softly on hers, as he lays completely limp and flat on top of her. If someone were to attack right now, he wouldn't be able to even pick up his gun to defend himself or even stand up. He can think of a million ways worse to die than this, to be honest. Given the opportunity, if he had to choose a way to go, this would be it – post-orgasm, still tucked inside the fine depth of her tender walls, as her fingers softly comb the damp hairs at his nape.

#the accountant #jon bernthal #cynthia addai-robinson #braxton wolff #marybeth medina #the accountant fanfiction #jon bernthal fanfiction #jon bernthal smut #brax x marybeth #darlingwrites #requests

[sunlightmurdock]

Simply because I can’t really picture him being angry, ☠ headcanon for Sub Rosa Rooster please ❤️

Yeah I feel like Sub Rosa doesn’t snap often, so it’s definitely a rare thing for him. And he’s proud of that, that he has worked through his anger and that he has control of it. Honestly, I think it would be someone disrespecting / hurting L il Kazansky that would set him off.

Maybe like one night, they’re all at the Hard Deck, she’s there with her friends and he’s there with his. He keeps seeing this guy bugging her, but he knows that she can handle herself and he doesn’t want to embarrass her in front of her friends. So, he keeps checking over there.

He can feel himself growing more and more pissed off. He stopped laughing at Mickey’s jokes fifteen minutes ago, and they’re usually hilarious. And then, he sees the guy grab your arm as you try to turn away from him.

Rooster passes his beer to Natasha and pushes through the crowd as you yank your arm out of the guy’s grip.

“Hey, buddy,” Rooster’s hand curls around the guys shoulder and turns him quickly. The guy reeks of beer and grins when he sees your boyfriend. “Take a hint, walk away.”

And then, this drunk idiot, has the nerve to say, “Or what? — What are you gonna do, huh?”

Later, when he’s got you climbing all over him in the backseat of the bronco, he tries to apologise, “I’m sorry if I embarrassed you earlier.”

And you shake your head quickly as you work open the few buttons on his shirt that he had actually bothered to fasten, chasing the exposed skin with an open mouth. “Embarrass me? — Roo, watching you walk that asshole like a dog was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

It’s cramped and she’s rushing to get him out of his jeans, especially with him chuckling softly as she does.

“If that’s what does it for you, baby.” He grins at her.

#sub rosa #bradley bradshaw

[fixfoxnox]

oh so pre-fic streamer/camboy au hc let’s go

ok so for starters i’d like to think that streamer!ghost is like our universe schlatt

people who don’t look deeply enough into his content don’t know that he’s actually super sweet and down to earth

a lot don’t like him bc they take him too seriously

his sense of humor is so fucking painfully popeye’s biscuit dry and realistically asshole-ish

but those who actually have been around long enough know that he is genuinely a very caring person, he just has a persona that he plays

like he’s always the scape goat but that’s his goal

(just like me fr: getting people to target and focus on me so they don’t go after the people i care about)

also ghost just has exclusively has strong opinions on everything as a character trait

even if he makes the opinion up on the spot cuz he doesn’t actually give a singular shit on whether or not bug displays are ethical or something

knows every single loophole to every gd thing ever

maybe feds get suspicious of him for the shepherd or gun knowledge thing and he presents like articles explaining all the things they’re saying he “shouldn’t know” that are fully accessible to the public

he has a reward to temporarily turn on a camera on his keyboard so the thirsty viewers can watch his hands or something but it’s only for like 2min then he turns it off

roach has a shit ton of like sub goals and other reward thingies

*certain amount dono*: turn on pet cam and it’s like a second camera pointed on his lap or a pet bed under the desk where an animal may be

*hits sub goal*: rescues from a local shelter and it’s always like the oldest cat or a pittie with dog fight scars

he has a bunch of terrariums and tanks in the bg with invasive bugs and/or fish he caught himself

befriended the local wild critters like rabbits, crows, squirrels, and can like whistle a certain tune out of his window and like a whole flock of various birds swarm into his room on command and leave very politely

has a whole zoo at his house basically but everything is so fucking happy

selling your body online makes very good money y’all

he’s one of those “you love him or you hate him” guys but not cuz he really does anything wrong

its just some people don’t like the hyperactive yelling gamer type

where ghost is like schlatt, roach is like badger or something

always on a call with like 5 other people and none of them stfu for 3 whole seconds Ever

but if you’re into that stuff you’ll be dying of laughter right along with them :)

PLEASE THE HAND CAM FOR GHOST IS SO REAL

I like to imagine its like a donation goal thing (like a super hefty one) and like every stream where its one of the donation markers Roach comes in an immediately donates up to that sbdjdjdndn

Also love the idea of Roach being like Badger sjdjdjdjd his crew is him, Jackson, Frost, Ramirez, Logan, and occasionally a swap out when their friend Allen is back home for his 2 days out of the year (yes its every silent protagonist squad) and they're all absolutely insane

Roach's house has animals everywhere and his backyard is one of those wildlife gardens. All sorts of dogs and cats and the occasional ferret or guinea pig that has come through his local shelter. Has rooms in his house specifically designated for certain animals

Roach is the best out of his gaming friends but the one time Jackson (the worst of the squad) manages to clutch a round no one ever lets him forget it sjdjjdjdjd

Also about the hand thing again, prior to Roach showing up it was always Soap who would randomly pop in and donate all the money for the hand cam thing, usually while him and Ghost are playing together sjdjdjjd

God I love the Camboy AU

#thoughts with luke #you asked luke #gary roach sanderson #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish

[seriouslysam8]

Wolfstarians are the weirdest subfandom followed by the harmonians and the haphnians. I remember in the reddit fanfiction sub seeing someone saying that Blackinnon is a delusion created by Wolfstar deniers.

I am proud to say I have never read a Harmony or Haphne story. I can understand where Harmony came from but where the fuck did Haphne come from?? It baffles my mind.

I have read some Wolfstar fics, like way way way back in the day. Before the books were even finished being published style Wolfstar. The couple didn’t bug me as much back then (but I was young and impressionable and it was more believable back then than it is today with all the books published. There wasn’t the weird fanon versions of them back then either.) I remember loving Copperbadge’s Stealing Harry back in the day. Like back when it was on that site that no longer exists where there were like the “houses” for like short stories, novels, etc. I think the novel one was like schnoogle or something. I lived on that site.

I’m all for shipping what you want to ship. I cater my fandom experience to see the ships and characters I want to. But it does get extremely disappointing sometimes because I LOVE Sirius and Remus and the entire Marauders era, but I don’t fit in that era because I like their characters rooted in canon. I want tall and grumpy Sirius and not some weird short and meek Sirius who lives only to fawn over some bad boy Casanova of Gryffindor Remus. Like… what? Sirius who used his tall height to fucking intimate and worked on flying motorbikes and loved James Potter more than anyone and who didn’t trust Remus with his godson is just reduced to being Remus’ lover. Where is deeply damaged Remus who has self-worth issues and who fucking flees when he’s in the throngs of a panic and heartache instead of stepping the fuck up? You know, the one who was bookish and loved his old man sweaters?!

Maybe. Maybe I could get on the Wolfstar train if there was any semblance that they aren’t completely OOC with just the same names. But I’ve never seen a version of them written today that I can even get behind. And I fucking read most of Crimson Rivers and I fucking skipped every single Wolfstar scene because I couldn’t even stand OOC Wolfstar in an AU. I didn’t even finish the story, by the way. But yeah, I read it. I wanted to see what the hype was about. No, I did not get on the Jegulus train and never read anything else about them. Jily for life.

But I am totally on the Blackinnon train. Because you can actually have canon Sirius with Blackinnon. I love canon Sirius. He can be such a grumpy asshole but you can’t deny that he loves his godson more than anyone in the entire fucking world. That speaks to me.

[bellafragolina]

Masterlist

Hoo boy how does this work

🔞  means nsfw drabbles/headcanons

⚔️  means yandere drabbles/headcanons

🤧  means angst

🍓🍓🍓

Sun/Moon:

Guzma:

Romantic Headcanons

Little Sibling Surprise! (ft Actual Big Sis Plumeria)

Guzma w/ a Sweetheart Badass Reader w/ a Fairy Team 

First Time? 🔞

W/ a S/O Meaner Than Plumeria

Horny w/ Mean S/O 🔞

Enemies to Friends to Lovers

Self Aware Guzma + Nanu!

W/ Corviknight Hybrid!Reader

They Steal Their S/O’s Clothes

Weremon S/O

Bug Lover Cooing Over Their Bug

W/ Plushie Hoarder S/O

W/ DJ S/O

Nanu:

Nanu Still Can Get It 🔞

Nanu w/ a Champion Reader

Nanu, I Don’t Have Enough Hands!!!

Self Aware Guzma + Nanu!

Nanu w/ Sick Reader

Kukui:

Reader Gives Him a Shiny Rockruff

Domestic Polycule

I’m In Love W/ The Masked Royal

Burnet:

Domestic Polycule

more coming soon

Sword/Shield:

Leon:

Romantic Headcanons

First Time? 🔞

Drunk Headcanons

Fight and Make Up

W/ a World Champion Skater S/O

S/O Gets Attacked By Wild Pokémon

Weremon S/O

Scared Horror Lover S/O

Piers:

Romantic Headcanons

First Time? 🔞

W/ a Gremlin S/O

Tell Yell is On the Case!

Drunk Headcanons

Kink Headcanons 🔞

W/ A Shy Reader 🔞

Fight and Make Up

S/O Gets Attacked By Wild Pokémon

W/ Corviknight Hybrid!Reader

They Steal Their S/O’s Clothes

Piers Writes An Unreciprocated Love Song About Reader

Bi Solidarity

W/ DJ S/O

Raihan:

First Time? 🔞

Fight and Make Up

Fight and Break Up

W/ a World Champion Skater S/O

S/O Gets Attacked By Wild Pokémon

Weremon S/O

Scaredy Horror Lover S/O

Nessa:

Horny Headcanons 🔞

Sonia:

Horny Headcanons 🔞

W/ a Professor Reader That Used to Work for Team Magma

more coming soon

Legends Arceus:

Laventon:

Romantic Headcanons

Sexy Headcanons 🔞

Confession Headcanons

Picnic Date w/ Prof!!

Self Aware w/ Horny Reader 🔞

Reader Catches Illness 🤧  

Reader Recovers!

Sick Reader But Worse 🤧

Sick But Worse Aftermath 🤧

Sick Reader But They Meet Their Descendants

Sick Reader Becomes a Yamask

Yamask Becomes a Cofagrigus

Cofagrigus Uses Embrace!

Cofagrigus Uses Echo!

Cofagrigus Uses Protect!

Sick S/O Becomes a Zorua

Zorua Evolves!

Zoroark Uses Illusion!

Zoroark Finds a Baby!

They Get Outed On Their Crush

W/ a Bug-Loving Reader

The Most Specialist Boy

The Reader Gets Heavily Injured 🤧

Self Aware w/ Bilingual S/O

Self Aware and Their S/O Gets Attacked

S/O Gets Pregnant

My S/O Is Gregnant!!!

S/O Likes to Fight

When Are You Coming Home?

The Candle Waltz

Pokémon Magnent S/O

Volcarona Hybrid Laventon!

Volcarona!Laventon w/ Frosmoth!Reader

I Adopted Them! They Are Mine!

Child!Reader Becomes a Phantump

Life w/ Phantump

S/O is Sensitive to Loud Noises

What’d You Say About My Husband??

W/ Tall S/O

S/O Isn’t In The Mood

Self Aware At the Zoo

Meet Your Descendants, Leon and Hop!

Melli:

Flustered Asshole My Beloved

Drunk Headcanons

Melli w/ an Autistic, Book-Loving Reader

Sub Melli Headcanons 🔞

Adaman:

W/ an Affectionate S/O 🔞

Confession Headcanons

Tarzan But With Zorua

S/O Keeps Referencing Vines

Symptoms of Carrying All of Time in Your Head

Gregnant S/O

Bi Solidarity

Double Proposal

Proposing S/O Gets Attacked 🤧

Irida:

W/ an Affectionate S/O

Long Lost Amnesiac S/O

Volo:

I’ll Nurse You Back to Health if I Want To, Asshole

Reader Catches Illness 🤧  

Reader Recovers!

Sick Reader But Worse 🤧

Sick But Worse Aftermath 🤧

Sick Reader But They Meet Their Descendants

Self Aware Volo

Self Aware w/ Bilingual S/O

Self Aware and Their S/O Gets Attacked

S/O Gets Pregnant

My S/O Is Gregnant!!!

I Adopted Them! They Are Mine!

We Adopted Them! They Are Ours!

S/O Turns Into A Zoroark

Zoroark Finds a Baby!

Hybrid Headcanons

Volo Fights Prego Reader At The End Times

Cyllene:

Horny Headcanons 🔞

A Deserved Punishment 🔞

W/ a S/O That’s Her Opposite

Reader Catches Illness 🤧  

Reader Recovers!

Sick Reader But Worse 🤧

Sick But Worse Aftermath 🤧

Sick Reader But They Meet Their Descendants

Sick Reader Becomes a Yamask

Yamask Becomes a Cofagrigus

Cofagrigus Uses Embrace!

Cofagrigus Uses Echo!

Cofagrigus Uses Protect!

Sick S/O Becomes a Zorua

Zorua Evolves!

Zoroark Uses Illusion!

Zoroark Finds a Baby!

I Clawed My Way Back To You

Late Night Lovin’ 🔞

S/O Keeps Referencing Vines

Napping w/ S/O Headcanons

Child!Reader Becomes a Phantump

S/O Isn’t In the Mood 🔞

Warden Ingo:

Self Aware Warden Ingo

Yandere Ideas for Ingo and Warden Ingo ⚔️

Yandere Self Aware Ingo ⚔️

Fluff Headcanons

Confession Headcanons

Self Aware w/ Horny Reader 🔞

Reader Catches Illness 🤧  

Reader Recovers!

Sick Reader But Worse 🤧

Sick But Worse Aftermath 🤧

Sick Reader But They Meet Their Descendants

Emmet is Here to Pick Up the Pieces 🤧

Sick Reader Becomes a Yamask

Yamask Becomes a Cofagrigus🤧

Cofagrigus Uses Embrace!

Cofagrigus Uses Echo!

Cofagrigus Uses Patience!

Cofagrigus Uses Protect!

Sick S/O Becomes a Zorua

Zorua Evolves!

Zoroark Uses Illusion!

Zoroark Finds a Baby!

He Finds Out Sick Reader Was From Another Dimension🤧

You Better Not Hurt My Ma w/ Warden Lian

W/ a Bug-Loving Reader

Warden Ingo Fucks You Within an Inch of Your Life 🔞

I’m Home, But Where Are You?

Self Aware Warden Ingo w/ a Terminally Sick S/O 🤧

Self Aware Warden Ingo Save Terminally Sick S/O

Follow Up For ^^

Don’t Grieve Your Lovers Before They Arrive

Got You, Lost You, Got You Again

Subway vs Warden Ingo Horny Headcanons 🔞

Self Aware and Their S/O Gets Attacked

S/O Gets Pregnant

My S/O Is Gregnant!!!

W/ Big Fish Reader

Big Fish Reader is Injured!

More Horny Thoughts 🔞

Horny Ingo and An Unconfident S/O 🔞

W/ a Prego S/O

Lovin’ w/ the Pretty Boy (ft. transmasc Reader) 🔞

When Are You Coming Home?

I Adopted Them! They Are Mine!

You’re As Beautiful As The Day I Lost You

Years? You Were Gone Fifteen Minutes!

Child!Reader Becomes a Phantump

Self Aware Ingo Learns The Reader Knows Who He Is

Reader Codes Self Aware Ingo His Home

What Did You Say About My Husband?

Remembering Your Wife and Kids When Your 500 Years In The Past

Cogita:

Horny Headcanons 🔞

more coming soon

Black/White:

Ingo:

Romantic Headcanons

Sleepy Time Cuddling Drabble

Sexy Headcanons 🔞

I Beat You Pls Date Me

Rivals to Lovers

Self Aware Ingo

Self Aware Ingo Followup

W/ a Gremlin S/O

As a Father to a Child!Reader

With a S/O That’s Like Him

S/O Tries to Wrestle Him

My Brother the Wingman

Bring Your Baby to Battle!

Kink Headcanons 🔞

Yandere Ideas for Ingo and Warden Ingo ⚔️

Lost Child w/ Hot Single Parent Reader

Self Aware Ingo Fucks You Within An Inch Of Your Life 🔞

They Get Called Out On Their Crush

Pin and Frisk🔞

Self Aware Ingo w/ a Terminally Sick S/O 🤧

Welcome to the Real World, Self Aware Ingo

He Realizes You’re From Another Dimension🤧

In Love W/ My Brother’s S/O 🤧

Here Comes The Polycule!

First Date Headcanons

Warden Vs Subway Ingo Horny Headcanons 🔞

Self Aware Ingo Saving Reader from Bad Situation

Reader Adjusting to Their New Situation

Dragon Hybrid Headcanons 🔞

Crush Can Lockpick

S/O Likes to Fight

Self Aware w/ Accident Prone Reader

W/ a Prego S/O

W/ a Shy Crush

Don’t Touch Them

Ingo Thinks Reader’s Annoying but Actually Loves Them

You’re As Beautiful As The I Lost You

W/ a Ghost Trainer

Protective Twins for Harassed S/O

W/ Corviknight Hybrid!Reader

S/O is Sensitive to Loud Noises

What’d You Say About My Husband??

W/ a Blind S/O

W/ a HoH S/O

S/O Doesn’t Make it Through Childbirth 🤧

Kids Look Just Like S/O ^^

Stuck in the Snow

W/ a Twin S/O

S/O Gets Motion Sickness on Train

Failed Flirting

Bi Solidarity

Predator vs Prey Hybrid S/O

Bug Lover Cooing Over Their Bug

Hybrid Headcanons

Self Aware Ingo’s Breeding Kink 🔞

W/ A Physically Affectionate S/O

W/ Plushie Hoarder S/O

S/O Isn’t In The Mood 🔞

Double Proposal

Proposing S/O Gets Attacked 🤧

I Love You But You Love My Brother

Self Aware At the Zoo

W/ DJ S/O

Emmet:

Romantic Headcanons

I Beat You Pls Date Me

Rivals to Lovers

Horny Headcanons 🔞

Emmet w/ a Crush that Reminds Him He is Loved

Falling Asleep and Waking Up to Sweet Kisses

W/ a Gremlin S/O

As a Father to a Child!Reader

My Brother the Wingman

Bring Your Baby to Battle!

Kink Headcanons 🔞

Lost Child w/ Hot Single Parent Reader

Emmet Fucks You Within An Inch Of Your Life🔞

Pin and Frisk 🔞

In Love w/ My Brother’s S/O 🤧

Here Comes The Polycule!

Warden Emmet Headcanons (No Reader)

Emmet w/ a Grubbin Breeder Reader

Dragon Hybrid Headcanons 🔞

Crush Can Lockpick

S/O Likes to Fight

Reader Fears Spiders But Will Conquer!

Emmet Thinks Reader’s Annoying but Actually Loves Them

Self Aware w/ Accident Prone Reader

W/ a Prego S/O

W/ a Shy Crush

Don’t Touch Them

You’re As Beautiful As The Day I Lost You

W/ a Ghost Trainer

Protective Twins for Harassed S/O

W/ Corviknight Hybrid!Reader

S/O is Sensitive to Loud Noises

What’d You Say About My Husband??

What’d You Say About My Husband? W/ Ingo-Less Emmet

W/ a Blind S/O

W/ a HoH S/O

W/ a Galvantula Hybrid!Reader

How Emmet Met Galvantula Hybrid!Reader

You’re Back, but You’re Scarred, and I’m Sorry

S/O Doesn’t Make It Through Childbirth 🤧

Kids Look Just Like S/O ^^

Stuck in the Snow

W/ a Twin S/O

S/O Gets Motion Sickness on Train

Failed Flirting

Bi Solidarity

Predator vs Prey Hybrid S/O

Bug Lover Cooing Over Their Bug

Hybrid Heacanons

W/ a Physically Affectionate S/O

Reader Catches Illness 🤧

Double Proposal

Proposing S/O Gets Attacked 🤧

I Love You But You Love My Brother

Self Aware At the Zoo

W/ DJ S/O

Lady Sneasler Adopts Emmet

Elesa

Crush Can Lockpick

Don’t Touch Them

W/ a Blind S/O

They Steal Their S/O’s Clothes

W/ a HoH S/O

Protective of Harassed S/O

Scaredy Horror Lover S/O

S/O Gets Hisui’d

Alder:

Horny Headcanons 🔞

N:

Romantic and Horny Headcanons 🔞

S/O Gets Hisui’d

Burgh

Don’t Touch Them

W/ a Blind S/O

Protective of Harassed S/O

W/ Plushie Hoarder S/O

S/O Gets Hisui’d

more coming soon

Misc.

Subway Horror Story

Small Horror Followup

Team Ettie and Whales

#masterlist #hmm

[ollierachnid]

i like reddit but only specific subs where the focus is on a topic and not people themselves (r/bugs, r/rollercoasters, r/aviation. wteva) because yeah, you go to front page reddit and it's faux shit. i drove my ford focus into my sister in law's house BUT it was bc she stole my dog and i was staging the great escape am i the asshole. but absolutely nothing like that is as entertaining as someone authentically livid about the ugliness of one specific fighter jet, you cannot fabricate that shit bc you know it's genuine

#pretzel talks

[cozymochi]

im so sorry people are being assholes in the comments of ur iz animatics :((( they bring such joy and are so well done!! forever grateful that you share you art <3 even if you decide to take them down i just wanted to let you know that you are appreciated <3<3<3 hoping your day goes well and you find small unexpected delights

I don’t plan on taking them down. That carnal part of me gets a lil’ joy when I still see nice comments anyway. It’s only been a year, but I still get comments! So that’s crazy.

BUT!!

Another fear I do have is the response if I do post again, and it’s completely different than what those 2.4k subs are expecting to see. I’ve already warned about it literally a year in advance, and then again very recently in multiple places. Idk why I SHOULD be uneased by it, but it’s not like IZ fans are quiet when it comes to their distaste when something changes. *cough.* It’s part of why I’ve distanced myself from that fandom (there’s a myriad of reasons but still).

Insanity incoming:

I don’t have immediate plans to make more animatics, they’re kind of long term thing to consider. Back when I used to make them I had NOTHING but free time and my biggest concern was feeding myself cuz my home environment was horrid and I had zero means of leaving since I lived in bum fuck nowhere! Since my last yt upload I moved out, was in a car wreck (not even 2 days in), my own car went through thousands of dollars in repairs, i got a job, went through a period where I worked nearly 100hrs for several months consecutively with hardly any breaks, and to think! It wasn’t and it’s still not sustainable. Things changed. And I do not want to go “home.” After being forced to visit family again a month ago I especially don’t want to go back.

The channel was literally a dumping ground. I got those 2k subs when I wasn’t posting for a year. So! You can imagine I might not be prioritizing a channel I only used as a dumping ground or in a state to make fully or even barely boarded videos and shitposts weekly or monthly. Idk what these people want from me schedule wise. I make $0 from it, and monetizing for a few cents isn’t worth it. I didn’t even get paid when I made thumbnails and assets for bigger channels lmfao. Yeah, I did do that. Wouldn’t know tho. Paid in “exposure” hurr hurr or “omg i need that money myself XDD cmon” whatever backwards excuse.

So what’s next in line but a bunch of strangers with fickle attention being passive aggressive and demanding I make more stuff when I say multiple times that I don’t intend to, and if I do (big if) it WON’T be what they came here for. They aren’t paying me. It’s not like I have a gajillion other things to be concerned about.

…Okay, that was a tangent.

Those few condescending comments make me just wanna outright cancel what iz stuff was left on the backburner. It was more like an indefinite hiatus until I can stomach finishing them. The files take up space anyway for the projects I’m actually interested in. Even if all of them are purely hypotheticals until I can get my focus together (which isn’t likely to happen anytime soon).

sorry about the TMI rant for a second but!! MAN!! It’s frustrating! If anything I could very well take them down. But, I won’t. Besides, for all I know some tiktok took some and it’s getting an exponentially higher amount of views anyway. I should at least keep mine…

It’s not like i don’t WANT to use it for actual new things, but the sheer pressure keeps me away. I get enough pressure to make animatics offline as it is. And if someone out there is gonna be all like “well who cares what those kids think” believe me, I get it and I promise don’t care. But at the same time it’s egghhhhhh. I delete the comments anyway.… however that doesn’t mean they still won’t bug me.

Considering all of the above it’s a miracle I don’t just take them down.

#cozy ask #Any of the condescending comments I just delete anyway. #i dont have the chops to be a ‘content creator’ or whatever robotic term people use nowadays #im not a content creator! #i just make shit then pin it on the fridge #i promise the annoying remarks are few and far between. its mostly just quoting the video or nice stuff #I dont even read them often. i just check if im bored or on accident

[llamagirl28]

Alrighty so I'm a patreon sub and I'm not sure if it's been reported yet (and I didn't bother bringing it up earlier bc an update was announced and I figured it be fixed, but after playing it again it's not), but visiting the lake with our dragon and being an asshole to Galahad and telling him to kick rocks results in the game not continuing even though choosing other options let's you advance to more content which is kind of annoying considering I like being asshole to Galahad and I would very much enjoy telling him to kick rocks and continuing on with the story so... may we please have that fixed... please 🙏

I don't remember it being reported? Or if it did, I'm sure I went over it but it doesn't necessarily mean the issue gets fixed (bugs suck) so I don't mind people bringing up an issue again if it persists.

But if you do find a problem I encourage anyone to send it in, it's not a guarantee someone else will stumble upon it!

I'll just ask you to be a bit more specific so I know where to look. Did you choose to confront Galahad or landed next to him because it's Mordred's spot, so Mordred won't let Galahad take it? And did you immediately tell him to leave?

#the bastard of camelot #Patreon demo

[spinningbuster98]

Mega Man X5 Ending (X)

And we are at the endgame!

X and Zero fight!

And it’s dumb as hell!

This is where the plot really starts to crumble, if you remember up until now the games have teased us with the fated confrontation between X and Zero, presenting it as a tragic battle that neither will want but are destined to partake in due to the fate imparted upon them by their respective creators.

And it results in a fight whose motivation is on par with Sonic Heroes’ team battles.

Oh sure, if you get the bad ending you get something much better: Zero gets infected and turns evil and X is forced to put him down. That’s what the series had been building up to! But the bad ending is not-canon! What is canon is X and Zero pointing fingers at each others yelling “Get back to base you might be infected!” “No YOU get back to base YOU might be infected!”.

Although regardless the fight itself is pretty damn lame, too repetitive, not hard enough given the context, it has an absolutely iconic battle theme but the fight will most likely be over before it has a chance to finish.

And then there’s the last level

You may have noticed this video being particularily longer than usual. That’s because most of it is dedicated to the boss rush. The second worst boss rush in the franchise IMO, specifically because the game gives the bosses WAY bigger healthbars than before and even the weaknesses are no longer as effective and so it just draaaaaaaaaags ooooooon and oooooooon....

And finally we face Sigma

People always bitch about X3 Sigma but I’ve always had more issues with him here, specifically his second phase.

He has a shitton of attacks that hurt like hell but there’s not enough room to comfortably dodge them, and in generally it just feels very cheap to me

One thing that has always bugged me is that you can actually hit his forehead jem twice in a row....despite it flashing white which usually indicates that the boss is using I-frames. For the longest times I acted under this assumption, which basically meant I was taking double the amount of time to beat this asshole than what was intended.

Also he has the same Sub-Tank related issue as in X4, only it’s worse here because he’s harder.

Oh and Sigma kinda sorta was supposed to have died permanently here. You wouldn’t have figured this out just by looking at the ending since it’s treated not all that differently than every other Sigma death, but after beating Dark Dizzy Alia mentions that, as a consequence of having spread the virus (which his consciousness is strictly tied to) so much throughout the Earth, it may now be too strenuous for him to resurrect if he were to die again.

I can accept the logic, but why put this very important piece of information in a random post-battle piece of dialogue against a random boss? I know nobody likes Sigma, feeling’s mutual there, but he’s the main goddamn villain! His whole stick is that he never dies, you’d think the game would put much more emphasis on the fact that this is his last gamble, given that this game was supposed to be the grand finale!

This is actually the main reason why I’m kinda glad the X series continued in a way. Yeah what’s waiting next is....not good at all, but this stuff is so anti-climatic and so rushed and stithed together it just doesn’t feel like a proper ending.

Make no mistake: no X game has a good plot. The X series was Mega Man’s first attempt at “darker” storytelling and it shows, since it does just about everything wrong in some really amatuerish ways, just flinging concepts and ideas at the wall hoping they’ll stick execution be damned.

But at the very least up until now I’ve been able to ignore it partly due to the games’ plots being rather minimal but also the game aspects of them being pretty damn solid.

X5 is kinda stretching it on both fronts, and as a supposed ending to a series I would expect something more from it...but it’s not the case.

I heard that Inafune had a really hands off approach with this game, really only giving general instructions to the team, telling them to give it a sense of finality and then presumably going off to work on other stuff, I’m guessing Legends 2 (which came out the same year) and the upcoming Zero series. And unless I’ve missed something this seem to me like a really stupid thing by Inafune, I know he was working on multiple projects at once, but you’d think he’d put some extra effort on the first ever ending to the first ever Mega Man subseries (except Classic).

Well.... I guess there’s only one thing left for me to do now...

It pains me to say it, but it has to be done...

I can try to waste time as much as I want but it would only delay the inevitable....

Let’s prepare for some pain

Because next time?

Next time it’s time

Finally

To play.........

....the final two stages as Zero. And see his ending

Yeah I’m not looking forward to that very much

#youtube #megaman #megaman x5 #my gameplay