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Holy fuck why is he being silly is so freaking hot?! Lord…

Save me Professor Levy save me

jonathan levy- rumors

Summary: Jonathan Levy has become a flirty, playful person. You’re very into it. (~1.3k)

Contents: 18+, fem!reader, mention of sex no smut, maybejonathanlevyhasawifekink

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“I heard a very interesting rumor about you.”

You turn. Jonathan Levy is standing behind you in line at the deli counter. His messy curls are pushed to one side and he’s wearing a dark blazer and jeans, his hands tucked into his pockets.

“Hey,” you smile, “is the rumor that I have an incredibly long, annoying sandwich order? Because I do, and you’re going to regret getting in line behind me.”

He smiles. “I have time. My afternoon lecture was canceled.”

“Mine too. Actually, I was the one who canceled it. Every single student texted me that they weren’t coming.” You shrug. “Not that I mind, but they couldn’t even get their stories straight.”

“You’ll get used to it. If there’s a Monday off, then Friday’s lectures are no-man’s-lands,” he says, moving to stand next to you in line.

“So, what's the rumor?” You bump your elbow into his arm.

He pushes up his glasses. “I heard that someone heard you having sex in your office once.”

Your face drops. You look around. “What the fuck? No.” You stare at him, then lower your voice. “No. And don’t say that in a place where I'm a regular customer.”

He laughs. “Yeah, I shouldn’t have, but I need to know.”

“I could kill you,” you say with a little laugh. “Obviously that’s not true.”

Jonathan makes a face that says he’s not sure.

“Come on, you know I would never,” you say.

“Maybe yes. Maybe no. Maybe I heard it from a very reliable source that you’re really loud in bed. Or in your office, so to speak.”

You scour your memories for what the hell he could be talking about.

You’d met Jonathan years ago, through the university. He’d done most of his work from home, was married to a woman who almost never came with him to events.

The handful of times you’d met her, you’d thought she was polite, beautiful. A little sad. The kind of person who’d given up trying to talk to their partner, without ever talking to them about why.

Then, he got divorced. The only person it seemed to surprise was him.

He picked up teaching in person again, lectured around the country, sometimes the world.

You had the pleasure of watching him gain confidence. Become a little more fun. More open.

Being relaxed suits him. He’s comfortable now. That much is clear from how close he stands to you and how he grasps your elbow to nudge you closer up the line. He doesn’t let go afterward.

“You’re becoming an unforgivable gossip, Jonathan.”

He smiles, his fingers moving over your elbow, rubbing circles ever so lightly. “It’s not gossip if it’s fact. And if I believe it, then it becomes true in a way.”

“Don’t start with that philosophical shit,” you say. “We’re not at work.”

He nods and you both step up the counter. True to your word, Jonathan looks at you with comic impatience as you order your fussy sandwich. His order is much simpler and he looks at you, cool as ice afterward. You roll your eyes.

“I’m going to grab a sparkling water from the case, do you want something?” You say.

“Iced tea, please.”

While you’re gone, he pays for lunch, which catches you off guard. You walk out of the deli together and into the warm sunshine.

You stand on the sidewalk, Jonathan watching you.

“Well? Are you going to give me my sandwich?”

He holds up the plastic bag. “This sandwich? This incredibly, unnecessarily, complicated sandwich that you can only get from this deli, probably because they’re the only ones who would put up with you?”

You make a grab for the bag. He swings it out of your reach.

“No, this sandwich is coming with me,” he says. He turns and starts walking back toward campus.

You stow the drinks in your tote bag and catch up with him.

He looks at you from the side of his eyes as you walk the few blocks. He walks into your department’s building and down the hallway to your office. He stands outside the door and gestures for you to go in.

He follows behind you, shutting the door. He looks around.

“So this is where the magic happens,” he says, pushing up his glasses.

“Shut up.” You laugh.

He looks at the desk and the small couch, inspecting your shelves.

“Either stop holding my sandwich hostage or get out,” you say jokingly.

He smiles, dark eyes laughing at you. He sets the bag on the small side table by the couch. He looks at the wall, then looks at you.

You get his meaning from the mischievous look in his eyes.

“Her? That’s who you heard that rumor from? I knew she was a huge busybody, but I didn’t think she just made shit up.” You walk over to the wall and run a hand over it, picturing your co-worker on the other side. “The walls are thin, yes, but there was nothing to hear.”

Jonathan shifts his body, standing behind you, again too close. His hand covers yours, trapping it against the wall. “So let’s give her something to gossip about.” His other hand rests on your hip.

You turn your head to look at him, almost speechless.

He grins at you, eyes crinkling at the edges. “Could be fun.”

You turn the rest of your body, pulling your hand away from under his. Even though you expect Jonathan to back away, he doesn’t. He keeps his body close, caging you in, back against the wall. And he presses his body against yours, thick erection hard against you.

“I don’t think I can wait until tonight. I think I need you for lunch.” He nudges his nose against yours.

“Sandwiches.” You correct him. “All we’re having are sandwiches.”

“I never realized how unsexy that word was until just now,” he laughs, taking off his glasses and tossing them onto the couch.

“You losing your hard-on?” You ask.

“Never gonna happen when you’re in the room.” He blows a huff of air out of his nose. He drops his lips into the crook of your neck, mouthing your skin and rubbing his beard and mustache against you.

“We can’t do this here,” you say, but don’t try to stop him. You know his facial hair’s leaving red marks on your skin.

“I’m pretty sure people saw me flirting with you at the deli,” Jonathan says with a grin. “And half the people in this department were at our wedding.”

“It’s not professional.” You know it sounds like a weak excuse. “Especially if there are already rumors that the newlyweds are doing it in their offices.”

You rest your arms on his shoulders, playing your fingers through his hair.

Jonathan rests his forehead against yours. “I actually didn’t hear that rumor. Well, not yet. I’m hoping to hear about it next week, though.”

Your mouth drops open in faux shock.

“But I have to make you scream first, or it’ll never spread,” he says, laughing.

You try not to laugh, but completely fail. You end up kissing, still smiling, Jonathan still holding you steady against the wall.

“Remember on our honeymoon, that morning on the balcony?” He says, a wicked look on his eyes.

“Jonathan, not in my office. I’d never be able to get any work done in here ever again,” you say, not really meaning it.

His hands are already skating down your body and around the curves of your ass.

“You already let me eat you out where anybody could have seen. At least here, your door’s closed. Turn around.”

“I’m not lunch,” you giggle.

“Part of you is,” he says. “Turn. Around.”

It’s half-playful, half-serious. You wouldn’t want to disappoint him.

You turn around, palms of your hands on the wall of your office.

Jonathan grabs you around the waist, pressing in close to you, his mouth against your ear.

“I love you,” he whispers as his hands pull you skirt up. “Nice and loud for me, sweetheart.”

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Victor Frankenstein has plagued my mind for the past few days, thanks to the pictures released on set I decided to reread the book after many many years of the first time I did back in middle school and man, it’s so terrible how poor Victor suffers a lot and lives under a shadow of constant sorrow and his own demons 😞

So it gave me the inspo to sketch this Victor.

I cannot wait for the adaptation Guillermo is gonna give of this story! I’m so excited cause he is one of my favourite directors and also the fact of having the representation of both of my countries there by Oscar and Guillermo feels totally unreal.

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Basil Stitt sketch I did while traveling yesterday, this is the new style of drawing I’m trying/discovering; hope I can make it work somehow.

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Fen why did you do this 😭😭😭😭

Not my heart scrunching up for loser Cecil 😭😭😭😭 we were happy and of course he’s full of it 😩😩😩

No but I’m totally fine cause holy shit that was a ride, I loved it!

One For The Road [5]

Cecil Dennis x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo• ko-fi •

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Summary: Staying over with Cecil is all going well until a surprise guest turns up.

A/N: More huge thank yous to @thexsanctuaryx for beta reading <3 and dealing with all my NonsenseTM.

Warnings: sleepy sex, p in v sex, cream pie, fingering, reader has a job where they work on Friday - but not on weekends, THERE BE SO ERM ANGST COMING, I'M SORRY, swearing, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 1893

It’s about 5am when you wake up in Cecil’s bed. He’s sprawled out on his back, his left arm hanging off the side while his right hand is resting gently on your forearm. He looks so peaceful, dead to the world and angelic with how his curls fan out against the pillows.

The fact that it’s Friday, and you have work in a few hours annoys you to no end. Really you should be getting up, heading back to yours to eat and shower and change, but all you want to do is stay in the comfort of blankets with him just a little while longer.

You sigh and get out of bed.

You grab your phone from the side table and head to the bathroom and close the door softly, not that you think you’d wake Cecil, he seems like a pretty deep sleeper, but you want to be on the safe side just in case.

You call your work, knowing no one will be in yet, a little spark of glee growing in your chest. You leave a voicemail, saying you’ve had a family emergency in the night and won’t be able to make it in today.

Getting fucked so hard you might have seen god was an emergency, right?

Besides, this was the first time you’ve ever called to say you weren’t coming in. You deserved today off as a little treat. Before you head back you make sure you’ve turned your morning alarms off.

Cecil mumbles in his sleep as you get back into bed, turning onto his side and curling up next to you. He nuzzles your neck as he lets out a contented sigh and you quickly fall back to sleep in his embrace.

There’s a syrupy warmth against your neck, a soft gliding touch on your hip. You keep your eyes closed for a minute, vaguely aware that you’re still half dreaming.

And then Cecil’s hitched breathing works its way into your foggy head.

He moans lightly, trying to stay quiet and failing as he sucks and kisses your skin, running his lips over your jaw as he presses his chest to your back and ruts his weeping cock against the swell of your ass.

He murmurs your name as you stir and lean into him, whining as you rock back.

“So-sorry,” he mutters, his voice thick with sleep and arousal. “I just got so…” He gasps softly, moaning into your neck, “I was dreaming about you and…”

He swallows, the sound echoing in your ear as he squeezes your hip, guiding your movements for a second before he trails his fingers around and slips to the heat between your legs.

He groans loudly at the wetness he finds, shivers as he presses firmer, drags the tips of his fingers through your folds before he circles your clit in tight soft circles.

“Shit,” you reach behind you and grab at him, sinking your fingers into his thick curls at the back of his head.

He whines, gasping and moaning happily, “Oh, is that good?” He shudders, practically begging you to praise him. “You’re so wet,” he buries his face into your shoulder for a second to gather himself, “You really like me, don’t you?” The little whimper at the end breaks your heart.

“Of course, I like you, dummy,” you breathe hard, hooking your leg over his hip so he’s got easier access.

He sobs in bliss as he ruts against you harder, sinking two of his thick fingers inside as he rubs your clit like he’s playing guitar.

Your back arches as he caresses your walls, a high-pitched whine breaking past your lips. “Cecil, fuck.”

He moans after every stroke, the sounds of your pleasure making him lightheaded and dizzy. Weight settles low in his stomach, his cock practically buzzing from length to tip.

You move your head, licking into his mouth with a whimper and long, lazy stroke of your tongue.

He presses closer, trying to blend your bodies together through pure strength of will as he keeps pumping his fingers in and out of you, pushing you higher and higher to your peak.

You swear, your thighs start to shake and muscles tense. “Cecil,” normally you’d hate how desperate you sound, how needy, but now you couldn’t care less. “You, you get tested regularly right?”

It takes him a moment to answer, but his movements don’t falter, his body too far gone to even pause. “Yeah, yeah, got to, to give blood, and, ohhh shit, I don’t, I don’t, I’ve never done it without a condom on and-”

You don’t think you can wait, you want him inside, want both of you connected as deeply as possible. It’s stopping you from thinking straight.

You angle yourself, pressing your pussy firmly against his length and he groans, his eyes rolling back. “I’m on birth control, I, you could just-”

Cecil doesn’t need to be told twice, he notches himself at your entrance and bucks his hips forward softly, slipping in smooth and deep.

You cry out as he stretches you, his girth simultaneously soothing that deep ache as well as adding fuel to the fire.

His own cries harmonise with yours as you push back against him, pulling him further inside.

“Baby, baby,” he groans, bucking lightly to work himself in, still toying with your clit as he bottoms out. “Oh god, shit, fuck, taking me so well,” he whines. “Ah- ah- feels so good.” He thrusts into you roughly, biting hard at his bottom lip until he feels you tense and writhe. “There? There?”

You nod, hardly able to speak as pleasure rushes up through you and blinds you to anything but bliss.

“Gonna make me cum,” he whines, tears in his eyes, “Gonna- gonna make me fill you up, shit,” he rocks with you, hitting devastatingly inside in time with the paralysing strokes of his fingers. “Never been bareback before,” his voice rises in pitch to almost breaking point.

You don’t know why, but that’s what sets you off. Your orgasm hits you out of nowhere, pulling you down as you cry out his name in a breathless scream.

Cecil gasps, tenses as you flutter and squeeze his cock. He comes a second later, pressing his chest as close to your back as physically possible as your walls milk him dry.

You both breathe hard, sweaty as you recover, your hearts beating in sync.

He kisses your neck lightly. “Thank you.”

You chuckle with how sweet he sounds, “You don’t have to thank me silly.”

“I know.” He grins, “But manners.”

You laugh and turn your head to kiss his cheek. “Was that okay?”

He nods, pulling a face, “Was that okay? You just fucked my brains out, of course it was okay.”

He kisses your lips, smiling and then suddenly pulls back, horror on his face, “Shit, it’s Friday? What time is it? You got work! Oh fuck, I’m so sorry, I-”

“Cec, Cec, Cec,” you pat his hair until he focuses on you and you give him a cheeky smile. “I called in, said I couldn’t come in today.”

He stares at you dumbfounded for a moment, before his eyes light up. “You did?”

You nod.

He squeals in joy and kisses all over your face rapidly.

You wriggle, giggling. “Stop, stop, stop, you’re gonna fall out and make a mess on your sheets.”

He snorts but snuggles closer, managing to keep his softening cock inside. “I don’t care.”

“I do.” You laugh.

“Okay, I care then.” He squeezes you in a tight hug. “I’m so happy. We can hang out today… if you want?”

“I want.”

He grins widely.

“I was thinking we could go to mine? Hang out all weekend.”

You’ve never seen him look so happy.

“Three day weekend!” He giggles, “But you can kick me out if you get fed up with me-”

“Shh.” You kiss him.

“Okay.” He pauses, and then wriggles his eyebrows at you, “I have a plan, I make pancakes, we eat. We go to yours, we fuck on every surface in your house in every position we can get in, we eat, we watch some porn, we fuck some more and repeat?”

You laugh loudly, loving his shameless smile. “Sounds great.”

He punches the air with his fist. “Three day wee- oh shit,” he grabs at his cock, giggling as he slips out of you and lunges for the tissues.

Cecil makes pancakes as you have a quick shower. He’d offered to find you something to wear, but you’d opted to just put on your pyjamas as you’d only be in the car and then back to your home.

As you’re drying yourself you hear the doorbell and knocking. Harry must have forgotten his keys.

A little worm of anxiety wriggles in your chest. It was obvious that you had stayed the night, there was no way around that. But, as you think on it, you realise pleasantly that you don’t mind. It would be kind of nice for Harry to know.

Cecil’s phone buzzes from the bedroom and there’s more knocking. Harry definitely forgot his keys.

You smile as you hear Cecil go to the door.

It quickly disappears when you hear the yelling.

You dress quickly, and rush downstairs, stopping at the last step.

There’s a lady screaming at Cecil as she stands just in the doorway. He looks lost, panicked as he stares blankly at her.

“You should be ready! What the fuck Cecil?! It’s literally the first appointment, you fucking said you’d support me!”

“I, I, Danielle, what? What are you doing here?”

He barely gets the words out before she cuts him off. “Oh, you think you can just fucking get away with it? Throw me out like trash? I’ll take you to court!”

“Danielle, that’s not what I meant-”

“You’re paying every fucking cent for this baby!”

“Dan-”

“And don’t you think!” She stops, her line of sight suddenly landing on you. You swallow. “Who the fuck is this?”

Cecil whips around, his eyes large and panicked, a baby deer in a forest seeing a hunter for the first time. The look he gives you hurts, the pinch of pain on his forehead. The shininess to his eyes.

“I…” He starts.

“Already trying to knock up someone else Cecil?” Danielle screams, the volume of it hurting your head.

“No!” He says quickly, “Danielle, I thought you told me the 20th? It’s the 12th, otherwise-”

“You’re so full of shit!” She steps forward and for a sickening second you think she’s going to hit him.

Cecil flinches back, but instead, Danielle looks at you.

When she speaks it’s quieter, though not by much. “I don’t know who the fuck you are, but Cecil is my baby’s,” she grabs her stomach for emphasis, “father and he’s coming with me to this appointment.”

You nod.

She nods back, staring at you for a second before she grabs Cecil by the arm.

He turns to you, dread squeezing his heart, “I didn’t- I’m sorry- this- I should have- please,” Danielle pulls him out of the house as he gazes beseechingly at you.

The door slamming closed breaks you out of your stupor.

And then the weight settles on your heart as all your thoughts come rushing forward at once.

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#it’s 4 am and I’m heartbroken thanks to Cecil weed brain Dennis #gonna go to cai to play with his feelings and get my own revenge #call it a sequel revenge for reader’s heart #no but srs like days off work are so precious and imagine wasting one on him to turn out like this? hell NAUR #he would get a piece of my mind I’m telling ya #specially cause wtf bro I’d get more mad cause I didn’t got those pancakes #I offer Cecil a cream pie and he cannot even get me the dessert that’s truly important back? I’m calling up the lawyers #teaming up with Danielle to take him to court #excuse me your honor my porn buddy denied me of the pancakes he promised in the morning cause he was dragged #to tend to the other case he’s been charged for #judge analyses everything and the worst penalty he gets is INDEED because of the pancakes #the kid case that’s another day in court your honor #HE DESERVES THE WORST PENALTY CAUSE I WAS FORCED TO GO TO IHOP INSTEAD!#I’m sorry I’ll stop here I’m sleep deprived LMAO #don’t mind me that’s why I hid here #cecil dennis #revenge for jolly #cecil dennis x reader #fic rec #amazing writer #amazing fic

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I’m a sobbing mess 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Day 19: Can You Forgive Me? (Shiv)

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“They came here with guns, Shiv. They threatened our son!” You whimper, tears streaming down your face.

His earthen eyes fill with terror as his throat bobs. “I-I only have til midnight.” He takes your arms and kisses your cheek. “Might not see you again.”

“Don’t say that,” you cry. “You can figure something out. You always do.”

You can tell he’s at a loss.

“I’m so sorry I told them,” you whisper, desperately clinging to him. Pushing errant dark strands from his eyes, you urgently press your mouth to his. “Can you forgive me?”

He eyes you longingly, wishing he could fix all that’s gone wrong between you. Hoping that he can find the money he needs to pay his debt before the deadline that will end his life.

“Of course I do.” He kisses you fiercely, tears shining in his eyes. “Do not let our son forget me.”

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This is my rebblog post that concludes my marathon on reading the Harem series, and I'm now more in love with Leto, it was a wild ride muffled screamed on pillows and wiggling legs kind of ride and I absolutely loveeeeeeeee this.

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Okay the harem au has gotten me thinking what if Jessica was there? Like she was Leto's favorite concubine (obviously) before the reader but when the reader comes into the harem she gets tossed aside like the other concubines and what would Jessica do about that because obviously she would do something.

And I don't think Jessica would fall in love with reader (like many fics do which kinda annoys me cause they always complain about fics putting Jessica and reader against each other which I never see so I don't get it, sorry about the rambling) She would definitely fuck reader but in front of Leto to get him all hot and bothered, she would use reader's inexperience (I think your reader is inexperience but knows about seduction) to make herself look more pleasurably to Leto and just better in general.

THIS IS SO INTERESTING! There are so many layers to this. I love it.

If our harem Leto never fell for Jessica, no Paul. They were just an arrangement, and what you said went down, maybe...

content: 18+, nondescriptive ff oral, leto is bossy/sexy (~1k)

Leto comes into the bedchamber after a long day of Duke-ing. The fire casts a warm light over you, waiting at the door for him in a thin, silk nightgown.

"We have a visitor tonight," you say.

His dark eyes scan the room and he sees Jessica, already lying on the bed. Already naked. Like a marble statue carved with sex and intent. Perfect, and cold.

He stiffens. But not like that. More like, he gets immediately tense.

Jessica smiles seductively.

Leto pulls you aside.

"What is this?" He asks, his tone low and pointed.

"She used to be your favorite, yes? She said-"

"I don't give a damn what she said. I told you I want no one else." Leto's hand wraps around your hip possessively. "Do I mean what I say, my dearest?"

"Yes, Leto."

"Then she should leave."

"But-"

His eyes flash at you. You know how far you can push him, though. He doesn't like to be questioned, but sometimes, he likes to be challenged.

"She said you might like both of us. I know you used to do such things before, with the other women in your harem. You must miss it."

His face, usually so decisive, holds both disgust and interest. It's a strange combination. Soon, though, he melts back into warm resolve.

"I don't need it. I only need you. So tell me, my beautiful girl, what is it that you wish?" He asks, his dark eyes burning into yours.

You lean slightly to one side, seeing Jessica on the bed, carefully watching your conversation.

"She's very beautiful," you say.

"She's history," Leto says. "I'm having her sent back. She knows it. I'm guessing this is a desperate attempt to cling to power."

He sighs quietly, looking down your body. His hands brush over your sides, up and over your breasts.

"If you'd like to experience something new, though," Leto says, "I give it my blessing."

You rest your hands on his chest, unfastening his uniform jacket slowly, working your hand underneath to his warm skin.

"I’m not sure I like the idea of her touching you, or of you…” you say uncertainly.

Leto chuckles quietly. "It would be a challenge for me to enter her. I would rather have you in every way. No, she had her last encounter with me months and months ago, and she’ll have no more. She could, however, bring you pleasure without me. I believe I’d like to see that."

You’d assumed, when Leto used to enter the shared harem space and send you away, that there was more to it than restraints or violence or him releasing his frustration. You’d heard moans from the women. Sounds. Sometimes they would look at each other in certain ways in the days afterward.

You’d been prepared to participate, but your relationship with Leto being what it is, he'd never wanted you to.

But you’d learned about it before you came to Caladan, and something in you wants to try, especially seeing how hard Leto's getting from the very idea.

Leto’s hand runs along your jaw, bringing your face up to look at him. He’s somber. Intense, not with love or desire, but with a look he wears when he leads. It’s rare he brings it into the bed chamber.

“What is it?” You ask him, concerned.

“When you’re pregnant with my child, when I can make you my Duchess, remember this night. Not the pleasure she’s going to give you. That she tried to use you to hold onto me.”

Your lips part slightly, to protest. You realize it would be naive. He’s right, of course.

“She can’t have my love or devotion. All of that, all that I have, is yours,” he says. “So, she would like to have part of you. Whether she thinks you’ll be able to convince me to let her stay, or for revenge. I don’t know. I don’t care, and it doesn’t matter. She’ll have nothing of you, but the taste of your release in her mouth. Because whatever you have to give, from your beautiful heart and soul, is mine. Do you understand what will happen here tonight?”

“Yes, Leto,” you say.

“You did nothing wrong,” he says, probably able to tell you feel guilty. He kisses your forehead. “We won’t make a habit of these kinds of experiences. I refuse to share you with anyone. This once, however, I look forward to it. Jessica's very skilled with other women.”

You look at him, a bit surprised.

A smile ghosts around his mouth, lifting the edges of his beard and mustache.

“You said yourself, I used to have a proclivity for watching and participating in things like this. I needed it. Now, as I said, I need only you.”

You smile back at him, tugging his beard with your fingers until he bends his head to kiss you deeply. He takes your hand, breaking the kiss and pulling you back toward the bed.

Leto doesn’t look at Jessica. You know him better than she does, but she’s known him longer. You’re sure she knows he’s greatly displeased with her. She shows nothing, though.

“I’m going to sit in that chair near the bed.” Leto pushes you gently down onto the mattress.

He looks into your eyes, though you can sense Jessica’s desperate for his attention.

“I’m going to watch you pull up your nightgown, my love, and watch Jessica use her mouth on you. Neither of you stop until I say so, until the sheets are dripping wet from you. You're going to beg me to tell her to stop. She is not allowed to touch herself. Then,” he glances at her, “if you’re good, I’ll let both you kneel in front of me.”

Leto backs away, his hand undoing the belt of his pants. You want to reach for him, but Jessica’s already nuzzling at your inner thighs impatiently. Such a contrast to the usual soft scratch of Leto’s facial hair on your skin.

His eyes are already lost in looking at your face the first time she laps at your clit. How you shiver. How your back arches, and you push yourself against her eager mouth.

“Grab her hair, my dearest. Harder,” Leto says, stroking himself. “Like I do to you sometimes. Show her what you want. She enjoys it that way.”

Jessica moans into your hot, wet skin, agreeing with Leto and sending pleasure jolting up your spine, leaving you breathless.

“She’ll do whatever you ask,” Leto says, sitting down on the chair, massaging the head of his cock and making your mouth water. “And if she doesn’t, then, my dear girl, I’ll let you punish her yourself.”

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Thank you for the tag Winnie! It’s been a while since I’ve written something, I think I’ve had a writers block for months, but maybe I can contribute to the WIP thread with art(?)

I’ve been recently watching gravity falls and I had this silly idea of doing an illustration mixing MoonKnight and the style of GF, it’s on diapers but we'll see in the future 👀 For now here’s the sketch of the twins Marc and Steven , idk if I’m gonna it as triplets including Jake or if I’m gonna draw Jake as I’d he was Grunkle Stan 😂😂😂 and spoilers…. Khonshu might or might not be waddles

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Oh man it’s been a while since I have posted much! I have been very very busy. But I do have wips! I have a few ideas for some Oscar characters and Pedro one as well! For now I’ll share these three sentences to keep you guys wondering which is which. 👀😂

"I'll explain later...at my place if you'd like." He whispered into my ear, I giggled softly and nodded my head

“And how do you know that if you won’t give me a chance?” He asked as his brown eyes never left yours

“Perhaps we can have a picnic? Unless you have plans with other friends?” He says a bit embarrassed by the end.

Title of A WIP but no dialogue yet (just background information: Pulse.

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faretheeoscar · 7 days

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I cannot wait for more of this! This whole cecil fic is amazing, I ate it up so fast! I love it I love it I love it!

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22/08/24 Part One (You Sit And Talk To Me On The Floor): Cecil forgets he invited you over.

29/08/24 Part Two (I Saw This Coming From The Start): You haven't spoken to Cecil since what happened last week.

05/09/24 Part Three (I've Been Here Before): You and Cecil go on a sort of date.

12/09/24 Part Four (I Thought It Was Dark Outside):

19/09/24 Part Five (Don't Get That Sinking Feeling, Don't Fall Apart):

26/09/24 Part Six (I Know This Would Be... The Shake Rattle And Roll):

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I love Anselm and Birdie with all my life 😩😩😩😩

Short story time: This totally reminds me of a hotel experience I had in Miami when I lost a flight and the only place available and open at that hour was one of this questionable hotels near the airport. I remember I had to take my jacket and sleep over it, cause I was even afraid to touch the pillows ok how nasty it was 😭😭😭😭 and the bathroom had like a kid print design on the curtain and it was… well too many details but there were a lot of questionable stains everywhere.

If I was on birdie’s shoes I wouldn’t have indulged Anselm istg even if the shower seems clean imagine getting a UV lamp on that place 😂😂😂😂

i was wondering if there would be a fleeing outside the country and on the run with anselm and birdie due to undefined situation? i was thinking there would be no preparation but knowing anselm ofcourse he have some back up scenario much like this but maybe a bit out of his control and so. Would birdie be prepared with such scenarios considering she’s been with anselm long enough? And also considering it would maybe takes place after lucien, then birdie would be up to shooting task if needed, your thoughts?

My thoughts? You got it covered. You clearly have the foresight needed to outrun Interpol!

You’re right, Anselm & Birdie have houses all over, but if they couldn’t go to any of those. Anselm has contingency plans, sure. But theoretically, if they couldn’t get to their contingency plans… if it were just the two of them…

Anselm at the Super Vacancies Motel Off of the 5 (~800 words)

Note: This isn’t a real hotel, but it’s based off of the grossest hotel room I ever stayed in. And I only slept there b/c as a woman, sleeping in my car isn’t a safe option. But I really considered it.

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“Birdie, I know we’re in dire straits, but I just found someone else’s hair on the towels in the bathroom.”

You sit on the bed with a sigh. It had taken a lot of effort just to get both of you here. Usually, local and federal law enforcement stayed off Anselm’s back, but his usual contacts were away for the weekend.

They’d assured you via phone that everything would be worked out by tomorrow.

That still leaves tonight, one night, you and Anselm on the run from the law and from his enemies.

Anselm sits next to you on the bed, checking the two handguns he has with him. “Low on ammo,” he says. “You?”

“Empty. I’m not as good a shot as you,” you say.

He puts his arm around you comfortingly. “Yes, but you killed someone when it counted. If you hadn’t killed that absolute baboon in the gray suit-“

“Don’t think about that,” you say, realizing how upset Anselm is, “I’m fine. Not a scratch on me. And all those guys who came after us are dead. It’s a good thing you insisted I take a gun to that meeting.”

He sets the guns aside and picks up the remote. Drops it. “The television remote is sticky. And I’m afraid to take my shoes off. Everything’s so dirty. I truly loathe this discount motel. I know we need to conserve funds in case we’re on the run for more than one night, but this place is beneath us. It’s beneath everyone. It’s like hell.”

“You’re being dramatic. It’s not that bad.”

As you roll your eyes you see there are dusty boot-prints on the ceiling. Wtf? You get up and close the curtains, noticing that the empty take-out containers from the last inhabitant are still in the trash can. And the crumbs from their meal are still on the table. And the electrical outlet by the bed has half of its plate missing, which is definitely a fire hazard.

Yes, the whole place smells like wet dog and cigarettes.

But the door and windows lock.

Most importantly, no one would expect Anselm Vogelweide to be staying in a $50 a night motel in bumdiddly northern California, that only takes cash, and is mostly full of truck drivers and people getting high.

You hear the bathroom door as Anselm tours the room.

“Oh my God,” Anselm’s voice echoes against the (probably dirty) tiles.

“Do I even want to know?” You yell.

“No.” You hear the toilet flush and the sound of vigorous cleaning. "I fixed it, my darling. I see that at least the shower’s clean. Which means we can have sex in there.”

You join him in the bathroom, or rather, you lean against the door because there really isn’t room for 2 people.

“You can’t possibly want to have sex right now. In this disgusting hotel.” You fold your arms.

Anselm loosens his tie, dark eyes scrutinizing you from behind the yellow lenses of his glasses. “Do you not know me at all? After all we’ve shared together. You shot someone dead in front of my very eyes today. I’ve had a tremendously uncomfortable erection for hours now and I damn well expect you to do something about it.”

He reaches over and turns on the shower before carefully taking off his jacket and laying it on the questionably clean counter.

“You did look very hot running through a hail of bullets,” you muse.

Anselm smiles wickedly at you. “That’s the spirit. Now, take off your clothes and let’s celebrate getting away with our lives.”

As Anselm takes off his shirt, you notice blood has soaked through the front and onto his skin. Your heart stops for a second, before you realize it isn’t his.

“We can pretend we’re Bonnie and Clyde,” Anselm says, “without the tragic ending of course. And without the dreadfully vile motel. Just two outlaws, on the run, shooting anyone in our way.”

You step into the shower ahead of him. “Only you could make a place like this seem romantic.”

“Of course it is.” Anselm takes your hand, kisses the back. “Everything is romantic to me, as long as I have you by my side, Bonnie.”

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faretheeoscar · 8 days

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I had like 6 meetings today, how was he not under my desk 😩😩😩😩

Good Meeting

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Summary: You need to listen to a zoom meeting.

A/N: I'm just so out of it atm, I'm so sorry.

Warnings: oral (f! receiving), some dirty talk, swearing, over use of italics, typos, not beta read, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 855

It was irritating that you had to be on this zoom meeting on your day off. Even though you were going to get compensated for it, it was still a waste of time.

The literal definition of: this could have been an email.

But whatever.

You sigh, your elbow on the table and your chin in your hand. Your mic was off, but they could still see you. You tried your best to look somewhat engaged.

You shift a little, leaning back in the kitchen chair. Steven had moved it and the table earlier, so that you could get the natural light from the window. He was too sweet.

Currently, he was sitting to your side, out of frame and reading, his glasses perched on the tip of his nose. He looked up every time you let out a partially distressed sigh, and give you a sympathetic smile.

“So in the next quarter…”

Steven moved to grab his mug of tea and accidentally jolted the table, it was hardly anything, but it made him jerk his head in surprise and, in turn, his glasses slipped from his face and onto the floor.

“Oh bollocks, sorry love!” He scrambled to his hands and knees.

“It’s fine,” you smile at him as he ducks under the table. “You okay?”

“Hmmmhmmm, don’t let me interrupt you!” He mumbles, the affection in his voice warming your heart.

You go back to the meeting, trying your best not to nod off.

Steven scrambled around for a moment before he grabbed his glasses in triumph. He kept his head down, so that he didn’t bump the table again and moved around, planning on just shuffling out.

But then his eyes fell on your bare legs.

It was hot in the flat, not unbearably, but you’d had to put on a work shirt for the meeting. So you’d opted to forgo trousers or a skirt, and just sit in your underwear.

He swallows, his mouth watering as a wicked thought creeps into the back of his head and takes root.

He crawls forward, putting his glasses safely to the side and stops just in front of your knees.

Heat coils in the base of his belly as he gazes at your slightly parted legs. Slowly he places a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh.

You jump instantly, which he had expected.

“Steven-”

“You’re mic is off, isn’t it love?”

You swallow, keeping your hand pressed to the lower half of your face and trying to seem casual. “Yes.” You mutter through your fingers.

“Good.”

He leans forward, running his warm hands up your legs and hitching your left over his shoulder as he inches forward. He nips lightly at your skin as he pulls the waistband of your panties up and tight until the fabric is straining against your folds.

He groans softly, his breath ghosting over you before he presses his face completely to your pussy. Your thighs tense, a shiver running through you, a small yelp escaping your throat.

“Shhh,” he mutters as he kisses you hungrily, dragging his lips and tongue across the cotton of your underwear and groaning as he starts to taste the echo of your arousal. “Can’t be too loud, love. Even with the mic off, don’t want to give it away do you?”

You can hear the glee racing through his voice as he pulls your panties to the side and runs his tongue through your folds in a long slow tortuous lick.

“Steven,” your breathing hitches, a soft whine following.

He groans, “So wet already,” and dives back in circling your cit with his flat, broad tongue before he sucks it into his mouth rhythmically.

Your hand on your face tightens, your stomach muscles twitching, and you grab at him under the table, sinking your fingers into his soft curls and pulling him closer.

He moans, chuckling and squeezing your inner thighs rhythmically as he works you over with his tongue, building you higher and higher.

You squirm, trying not to give in completely and rut against his face just like your body is begging you to. Someone is saying something on the meeting and you're so close to just shutting the laptop and grinding against Steven’s face until you pass out.

He hums, his fingers digging into your skin as he rocks you lightly in time with his long licks.

You swallow. Pleasure buzzing along your nerves and leaving you light headed. There was no way-

“Thanks everyone, same time next week.”

You have never logged off so quickly, slamming the laptop closed so fast that the table shakes.

“Fuck Steven!” You push your chair out a fraction, keeping him pressed against you and bucking up into the sweet heat of his mouth.

He moans, grinning and you writhe and spasm.

Your orgasm hits you solidly, robbing you of thought and breath as he paralysis every muscle. Pleasure runs along your veins as Steven works you through it, lapping at you softly until you go slack and pliant, breathing hard.

He grins up at you from between your legs. “Good meeting?”

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