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I just saw the request you got for a Joe Macken fic and I think you should surely watch that movie! I personally really liked the movie but let me tell you something, as a warning. Joe isn't a very nice person

Oh, well now I am intrigued.

What can you tell me about Joe?

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👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

I currently don't have an up and coming piece. I have been just getting back into the swing of being creative. But I took a look at what requests I have sitting here and what is in my drafts and am doing my best to work on them again.

—On a side note though, I'd really love to write some pieces for Luca Marinelli's character in Trust, Primo Nizzuto. There is nothing and I have a few plot bunnies bouncing around.

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🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

This is a snippet from a Jackson Rippner piece saved in my drafts. It is from a prompt request where the prompt is: “do you wish it was *name* touching you right now?”

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🛠What tools/programs/apps do you use to write?

Notepad recently, so that I can keep gif or whatever open next to it and I have it set to auto save so I don't lose anything. Sometimes the premium version of Grammarly if I can afford it. Otherwise, I'll use whatever I can to check my grammar and sentence structure.

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Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

✍ Do you have a beta reader?

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

💋 First kiss fics. Love em or hate em?

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

🛠What tools/programs/apps do you use to write?

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

🍷 Do you drink and write?

🍆 Do you write the spicy stuffs? If so, what's your most popular nsfw fic?

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

💖 What made you start writing?

💌 How do you feel about comments and feedback?

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

💲 Would you ever open commissions?

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🏆 What's your most popular fic?

🎃 Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic?

🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?

🎨 How do you feel about fan art of your stories?

📈 How many fics do you have?

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

💞 Who's your comfort character?

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

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🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success?

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

📚 Would you ever want to turn writing into a career?

⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

💥 How do you feel about criticism?

🤭 Do you have a favorite tag to use when posting your works?

🥰 How do you feel about reader interaction? Are you open to receiving questions about your fics?

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~ sending out some feelers.

Is there anyone out there that would read fics of Primo Nizzuto? Cause I couldn't find shit for him on Tumblr and I'm a little disappointed.

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So, let me guess– you just started a new book, right? And you’re stumped. You have no idea how much an AK47 goes for nowadays. I get ya, cousin. Tough world we live in. A writer’s gotta know, but them NSA hounds are after ya 24/7. I know, cousin, I know. If there was only a way to find out all of this rather edgy information without getting yourself in trouble…

You’re in luck, cousin. I have just the thing for ya.

It’s called Havocscope. It’s got information and prices for all sorts of edgy information. Ever wondered how much cocaine costs by the gram, or how much a kidney sells for, or (worst of all) how much it costs to hire an assassin?

I got your back, cousin. Just head over to Havocscope.

((PS: In case you’re wondering, Havocscope is a database full of information regarding the criminal underworld. The information you will find there has been taken from newspapers and police reports. It’s perfectly legal, no need to worry about the NSA hounds, cousin ;p))

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Hello there, Love! I had a request for you to write a Joe Macken (Albert Nobbs) x reader. I tried searching for it, and it is NOWHERE! Like, my man is an angel and he deserves to be written about. SO, please, with all due respect, write me a heart-wrenching, soul-shattering, heart-warming fanfic [in short - fluff and smut (only if you are comfortable with writing smut, ofc. Cause your comfort comes first before anything else.)] ONE MORE THING, I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR WRITING (one of the many reasons i am asking you for this request.) Please tag me in the fanfiction once you are done writing (Not because i want the credits, but solely because i really really REALLY want to read it.) I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!! And, please take your time.

P.S- AARON TAYLOR JOHNSON DESERVES THE WORLD!!! And so do you <3

Hey hon. I really appreciate your kinds words and submitting a request. Your profile is blank, typically I will block blank blogs because they don't have their age in there. (when I can catch them at least, I get a lot of notifications). I am no stranger or shy to writing smut, or dark!fics, so I do require some trust in knowing that you are over the age of 18, my regular readers kind of know I am a stickler about that. I will block due to the legality of minors reading NSFW material. I'd suggest filling some information into your profile a little bit if you are going to request off anon. ♥

I am so glad you enjoy my writing. I recently haven't been filling the 20+ request I do have because of life stuff, but I am hoping to get back to them during this next week or so. Truthfully, I have never watched Albert Nobbs and know nothing about the character for ATJ. But I can do some research (cause I am aware of the gender aspects), so if I do write something, its at least accurate. If you wanna give me a run down of the character or something, I can always consider adding it to my drafts.

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after hunt relaxation

parings: samwinchester x reader

warning: thigh grinding

the motel room is dim, the single bedside lamp casting warm, flickering light against peeling wallpaper. the hunt had been brutal—nasty werewolf pack that took too long to track, too much blood, too many close calls. your body hums with exhaustion, tension wound tight in your muscles, your nerves still frayed even after the hunt ended. and sam sees it. he always does.

he's sitting on the edge of the bed, broad thighs spread slightly, his jeans tight against thick muscle. his hair is still damp from the shower, messy against his forehead, and his expression soft but full of intent. his hands find your hips as you stand between his legs, fingers warm and firm as they press into you. “c’mere,” he murmurs, voice thick with something deeper than concern.

he tugs you forward, guides you to straddle his thigh, and your breath catches. he always knows what you need before you do. the ache between your legs has been festering all night, and now, with the warmth of him beneath you, it sharpens into something unbearable.

his hands move, skimming under your shirt, fingertips teasing against your ribs as he eases the fabric up and over your head, leaving you bare from the waist up. his eyes darken as he takes you in, but there’s no rush in him, just that quiet, steady control that makes your stomach twist with need.

his hands move to the waistband of your pants next, and you lift your hips instinctively, letting him work them down, dragging your underwear with them—until he pauses, eyes catching on the lace. a slow, knowing smirk curves his lips. “these are new,” he murmurs, fingertips tracing the delicate fabric stretched over your hips.

heat floods your cheeks. “sam—”

“shh,” he soothes, pressing a kiss to your hipbone. “just appreciating how damn good you look.”

but his hands are already gripping your waist, dragging you back down so your soaked lace-covered core grinds against the firm muscle of his thigh. the friction is instant, searing, and you let out a sharp, broken breath, fingers curling into his shoulders for balance.

“that’s it,” he murmurs, watching you like he wants to devour you. his hands guide your movements, rocking you forward, pressing you down, dragging that desperate little sound from your throat again. his lips ghost over your jaw, then your throat, slow, teasing, before capturing your mouth in a kiss that’s all heat and hunger.

“feels good, doesn’t it?” he whispers, his breath hot against your lips. “grinding all over me, getting yourself all worked up.”

his fingers slip between your legs, rubbing over the soaked lace, pressing just right, and your hips jerk against him, chasing the pressure. he swallows your moans, drinks them down like they fuel him, one hand gripping your hip tighter as the other works you open with slow, lazy circles.

“been wanting you like this all damn night,” he mutters against your lips, voice wrecked, the tension in his own body betraying just how much he needs this, too. “such a good girl, rubbing yourself all over me—look at you, baby. you gonna cum for me?”

his words send a violent shudder through you, the coil in your stomach winding impossibly tight as you grind harder, faster, chasing that edge with every rock of your hips. his hand presses against your lower back, anchoring you to him as the pleasure builds to a dizzying peak, his thigh slick beneath you, heat pooling between your legs.

“fuck, sam,” you gasp, forehead dropping to his shoulder. “i can’t—”

“yes, you can,” he growls, tightening his grip. “you’re right there, sweetheart. let me feel it.”

his name spills from your lips, a breathless, desperate sound, and then you're shattering, hips stuttering against him as pleasure crashes over you in waves, white-hot and endless. his arms lock around you, holding you through it, his mouth pressing against your temple, your cheek, whispering soft, filthy praises into your skin.

“so damn pretty when you fall apart,” he murmurs, voice rough. “God you’re gorgeous.”

and when the aftershocks leave you trembling, spent and boneless in his arms, he just holds you tighter, hands roaming slow and reverent over your skin. “better?” he murmurs, and you nod, breath still unsteady, fingers tangled in his hair.

“yeah,” you whisper. “much.”

his smile is wicked against your throat. “good,” he says. “’cause i’m not done with you yet.”

credits of divider @toastray

taglist: @iloveeveryoneyoureamazing @legalmente-loca @bluemerakis @whisperingdaze @cherrygirlfriend @figthoughts @sunsbaby @ambiguous-avery @sunnyteume

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Lick you like a lollipop

A/n: rewrote the v-day fic I scrapped (no idea why tbh),, so enjoy this late little word treat I baked :3

content warnings: Cunnilingus, a lil’ bit of frottage, soft!dom Sam (Pretty subtle?), just fluffy porn

He’s so, so noisy. The sound of his groans and the audible flicks of his wet tongue hidden between your thighs continuously echo in your ears for what feels like hours.

You want nothing more than to throw your head back and close your eyes, but you couldn’t bring yourself to, not when he was looking up at you with hooded hazel eyes as he eats you out like a starved man.

Sam’s big hands held your thighs open, keeping them rested against his shoulders as his tongue moves back and forth between flicking against your pretty pink pearl and diving deeper into your cunt. It’s only when your head lolls to the side that you can see his hips finding friction for himself by dragging around against the soft comforter you were laid out on.

One of his hands left your thigh to snap his fingers, bringing your attention back to his eyes. When your sight met him again, he shifted his lips slightly to suck your clit between them, increasing the amount of pressure that has been slowly building up inside your core. With a soft whine, you moved your hand to take hold of his free one, interlocking your fingers as he brought you closer to the edge. He tilted his head to messily lap at your folds, collecting your nectar with the tip of his tongue and revelling in your warmth.

“S- Sa-” He lifted his face from your increasingly wet cunt at the sound of your struggling plea, bringing his fingers to your core and driving them into the spot that never fails to make your back arch off the bed. “That’s it, sweetheart, ‘atta girl…”

Sam’s lips drape over your clit once more, giving you a slow nod with those damned hooded eyes looking up at you. That sight alone made you tip over the edge, white totally clouding your vision, making you as always rise up from the mattress. Once your hips slow to a soft grind against his face, Sam pulls his fingers out with a kiss to your throbbing bud. Your eyes close to recuperate from your release, only to open when you feel him towering above you.

Sam’s thumb presses against your bottom lip, coaxing your lips to part just enough for him to slip his glistening fingers in and press them against your tongue. His mouth twitches into a soft smile, eyes lighting up with what almost looked to be innocence at the sight of you being so responsive to him. Sam tilts his head and his smile grows wider in pure adoration, “So pretty.”

His fingers leave your mouth to push the hair from your face with a gentle thumb, caressing your cheek with a soft pinch. When he leans down to kiss right below your ear, his breath warms your skin when he opens his mouth to whisper.

“Sweet, pretty Valentine.”

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That's a phrase I need to save for later. 😆

Hello, may I request a #15 with Sergei Kravinoff from the prompts?

Thank you.

You got it hon. I hope this hits the spot for you. ★

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Sergei Kravinoff x Submissive!F!Reader

◢ Genre: Prompt Request — Suitable For Adults Only. Minors will be blocked.

◢ Warnings: 18+ only, please. AFAB Reader. PWP (maybe slight plotting, mostly smut). Angst. The reader is referred to as a property of sorts. Submissive reader. Reader being defiant. Being dominated by Sergei. Manhandling of the reader. Sexual Choking (don't try unless you know what you are doing). Ripping clothes off reader. P-in-V. Dirty Talk. Orgasm denial. Internal ejaculation.

◢ Word Count: 1.6K

◢ A/N: Gif was made by me, please credit me if you use it. Likes are enjoyed. Reblogs are always greatly appreciated. And I am always down to hear what you think.

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"I'm not your property." You spit at him, an anger in your voice that continued the argument that was already going on. Sergei turns to look at you. There was confusion on his face. His brow furrows heavily. The tension in his shoulders spreads through his body. He lets out a heavy breath, and you can see the way his muscles move heavily with movements. The Russian was taken aback by your words.

"Since when?" He growls at you. "Since I say so. I'm in charge of me. Not you."

Sergei blinks, his head tilting slightly. He was trying to process your words, and they weren't sinking in. Since the start of your relationship with him, it had been clear where your place was with him. He was in charge. He says jump and you are supposed to say 'yes sir, how high'. But today, he might have struck a nerve with you that sent you into this state. Maybe you just needed a good reminder of how this relationship with him worked. Reaching up, Sergei runs his fingers over his lips, thinking.

"You have one chance to correct yourself." He says.

Those were words you had never heard out of his mouth. But your arms crossed in defiance. You stand your ground, putting your foot down on the matter. He could read the brat in your body language. It would be a lie to say that a part of him wasn't turned on by it. You were normally such a good girl, and here you were with your big girl panties on thinking that you could call the shots simply because you were frustrated with him. Angry even. Eventually, he might realize that he was an asshole, but right now the only thing he could focus on was putting you back into your place. To hear you moaning and pining for him like the simple creature you are.

It's a matter of seconds and his left hand is around your throat. He catches you off guard and you reach up, grabbing at his arm. Your eyes go wide, but you don't feel unsafe. You have never felt unsafe with the man, and truthfully he'd never hurt you. Not in a way you didn't enjoy, anyway. You can feel his fingers pressing into the sides of your neck. He's limiting the blood flow, causing you to feel a weirdly euphoric feeling. You tense and relax at the same time. His eyes meet yours with an intense stare and before you have the chance to respond, Sergei is gripping your shirt with his free hand. You hear the sound of ripping fabric from your body. He shreds it with ease, removing it from your body, and exposing your upper half.

A slight smirk comes to his face. You can see the corner of his mouth twitch slightly at the sight of you like this. He likes it, feeling the authority over you coursing through his veins like a slight adrenaline high. He backs you up against the wall, his hand pinning you by your neck to it. His free hand goes to your panties, ripping the sides of them and removing them from you. You feel as thin fabric slides down the inside of your legs and to the floor at your feet. For that brief moment, you both stare at each other.

It wasn't the first time you had been manhandled by the brute, but it was the first time in this situation. You feel your mind slipping into a state of submission, realizing that he was about to correct the poor choice of words that came from you. The hand against your throat loosens slightly before it tightens again. His free hand moves to his black pants, freeing himself from it. Sergei's hard, already at attention, and aching to remind you exactly where you belong. You can feel your mouth water in anticipation and you're already becoming slick between your legs. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest. The emotions went from angry and frustrated to, utter desire to feel that correction. All it took was the simple actions of a hand around your throat and that piercing gaze to lock with yours.

His movements are quick as you feel the hand go from your throat to your hips. He lifts you up with ease, positioning you quickly so that he can thrust himself up into you. You feel a wave of heat wash over your body as your skin becomes sensitive. He fills you quickly, bringing your hips to his as his entire length presses into you. He slams you against the wall slightly, growling as he feels the way your body flexes around him. You let out a moan that causes Sergei to growl against the crook of your neck. This wasn't about you, but he still wanted to hear those moans. They fueled him to start pumping into with an aggressive nature.

Your hands go to brace themselves, but you feel like you don't know where to put them. They grip his arms, his shoulders. You try and hold on as he starts to pump away. The sound of flesh meeting flesh fills the room. You can't contain the noises coming from your lips as you start to moan louder, and louder with each almost slightly painful thrust between your legs. He was using your hole for his own pleasure, making sure you were aware that it was his. Your body is his. Your mind is his. He was going to do with it as he pleased. You weren't going to stand there and tell him that you weren't his. You brought out that deeply primal dom in his body, he was making sure you felt it and knew it.

The louder you became, the harder he started to thrust. You could feel the base of him meeting at your swollen cunt, that tease of sensation that caused your body to tremble in his strong grip. He noticed it, growling at you slightly. His fingertips pressed into your thighs and lower ass with every intention of leaving little painful bruises for you to remember later.

"Don't you dare cum." He growled into your ear. "You haven't earned that." He added.

"But..." You went to plead with him as your tone whimpers for him. Were you even going to be able to stop yourself from doing that? He growled again, pressing you against the wall a little more. His head shakes with a no.

"Whose hole is that?" He asks deeply, groaning slightly. "Y-yours!" You cry out, feeling a hard thrust up into you. "Say it again." He snaps at you. "It's yours! My hole is yours!" You say, your fingers pressing into his skin as you continue to try and brace yourself.

He growls again, moaning at the end of it, almost as if he was approving of what was said without having to say it. He adjusts himself slightly, moving your weight so that he can stop thrusting. He moves your body for you, bouncing you along his length with such ease, his hand bracing you with your thighs a little more. He was using you, every bit of you for his own satisfaction. You could feel the tension in his shoulders and arms. You can tell there were bruises already starting to form from his fingers.

You do your best to hold off a finish, feeling as sweet spots were hit. Your body can't help but tremble, which adds fuel to his fire. He bounces you faster, harder, using how he moved your body to milk himself into you. Being with him long enough made it easy to read his body language, and he was starting to reach that finish with a goal in mind. You wanted so badly to finish with him, to finish at all, but the idea of him telling you that you weren't allowed sent a need through your mind. Let him use you, let him get that point across and maybe, just maybe you can earn a finish later.

Sergei's growling and moaning become more intense, becoming more frequent as he feels that building pressure. He wasn't holding back. That wasn't the point of any of this. He was going to be clear about where you stood in this relationship with him. He felt that heavy twitch in his cock, and his fingers press even harder into your skin as he braces you against the wall once more and buries himself deeply in between your legs. Your fingers press into his skin, nails digging into him as you fight off the urge to finish with him. You can feel his seed start to fill you, the warmth of it seeping out between the flesh that met his. He pressed as deeply as he could, twitching heavily as he made sure you took every last drop of him.

A hand moves back to your neck as he pulls from you. There is a mess between your legs, you can feel it. He lowers you back to your feet, the hand moving to grip your jaw and he forces you to look deeply into his eyes. At first, there is silence. You both stare at each other as he observes the way you are going to react to him, to all of this. There is no negative reaction, maybe a slight look of shock, but you can feel this deeper connection with him. That frustrated brat mode had faded away, and you're putty in his hands.

"You're mine." He says, making sure that the words are loud and clear. "You're mine in every sense of the term. Don't think I am done correcting you. I'm not."

Extra Tags: @voxmortuus

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🎉 Happy New Year!!! 🎉

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How are you doing?

I'm alive. Been a lot going on, too much to really post here. Hope you are well Anon.

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👀 🫦

THE LEAK

PAIR: billy loomis x f!reader WC: 2200 filthy words SUMMARY/NOTES: AU where billy lives and is acquitted of the murders. he's your sleazy landlord, and he's obsessed with you. it's re-awakening his true nature, and finally awakening your true desires. big ty to @clawdee for a thot that did a lot. love this moodboard by @aurorawritestoescape for the vibes. WARNINGS may not have full detail. 18+ adult content. stalking and other perv behavior, detailed fantasies of each other (in yours, he's forceful and can lift you), jerking off, dark use of cum, light degradation, (explicit) reference to billy x stu. sex toy, what the ask says, oh and idk, what if he sucked it?

You haven’t saved his number, but you’re starting to recognize it. His text says, you’ve got a leak. gotta come inside sry. Great, so this psycho is slinking around when you’re not there. And what’s worse: you won’t be back for days. He must have seen you packing your car. While you’re trying to remember if you put all your toys away at home, another whoosh from your phone startles you. He’s sent an image. Not of the leak, no… This image makes you hot with the primitive urge to be bred. 

The pic is from Billy’s point of view, looking down. It shows the bottom half of his sweat-stained white tank, a peek at his happy trail, and, god help you--a massive bulge in his light-wash jeans. His big, tan fist is holding a wrench. And finally, framed by his poorly-tied work boots, his toolbox sits on your kitchen floor. It’s definitely not the focal point. 

You quickly close the picture, but less than a minute later, it’s open again, and you’re zooming in. Your primate brain is saying sit on it sit on it sit on it sit on it sit on it sit on it, and a heartbeat throbs between your legs. Ugggghhhghghgh. Does he have to look like that? Does he have to be so big?  Does he have to hold a wrench? Does his belt have to be tilting like something might escape from his jeans? A stiff, veiny vision springs into your mind, and you try to push it away. Your panties are already at slip-and-slide status. 

Meanwhile, Billy is making himself at home at your (his) place. He takes his time stalking around your space with the eyes of a predator. It feels like it used to when he wore the mask. There’s something about you that stirs his darkness awake. He’d never stab you, although he doesn’t mind the vision of a knife at your throat. 

He walks past your dresser, bypassing your underwear drawer. He’s more interested in the dirty laundry. He pokes through your unwashed clothes and finds something to his liking: a red thong with a white-streaked gusset. He shoves it in his back pocket, but not all the way. The glimpse of red fabric is a nice touch, like a pocket square for his ass. Too bad you’re not there to see it when he squats to look under your bed. Maybe one day you’ll get smart and buy a security camera–one that you control.

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Oh, and you didn’t put the toys away, you little vixen. At least not the big dong anchored to the edge of your bathtub by a suction cup, standing proudly with a slight curve.  He can't help but smile as he bends over and braces one hand on the tub. He wraps his hand around the shaft and pulls. Strong suction cup.

/// He imagines you straddling the side of the tub and sinking onto the dick. A little “uh!” when it bottoms out. You gently rock on it, then fuck yourself thinking of him, unaware that his is thicker. ///

He palms the growing lump in his pants, then unbuckles his belt. He sighs through his nose and gently grabs his crotch, relieved to have more room for growth. 

He squats down, panties hanging out of his back pocket. He sniffs the dildo–smells like silicone. Lame. But he opens his nostrils and inhales deeper as he runs his nose down the shaft and could swear he gets a little whiff of you. He kitten-licks it with curiosity and detects the slightest hint of something tart. Then he licks up the shaft and gives the tip an open-mouth kiss. Billy’s never approached a cock this way before.

/// Normally it’s his meat between someone else’s lips. Always in control. It’s not every day he has a dick in his face, but if he does, it’s usually in sixty-nine. And he’s probably jerking it with his hand, choking it like it might kill him first, letting it slap his open lips with each stroke before catching it in his mouth and straight gobbling it, greedily consuming it, commanding it with his tongue, dead set on flooding his mouth before he shoots his own load down Stu’s throat. ///

He lets one knee down onto the discolored vinyl floor, then takes the head fully in his mouth, hand wrapped around the base. As he lowers his head on the shaft, it becomes apparent this is not just a dong. It’s not going to curve down his throat. It has a rigid core. He inspects the dick and finds buttons near the silicone balls, but when he presses them, nothing happens. It’s dead. Maybe he’ll charge it for you while you’re gone. He’s a nice guy like that. 

He returns his mouth to the tip and takes just a few inches. In a few days, you’ll be riding a toy that has traces of his saliva all over it. He sucks hard, harder, then tastes something. It's heady and chemical. He lets most of the shaft out and sucks just the head. He tastes it again. He takes his mouth off the dildo and there’s a little drop of cloudy liquid beading at the dickhole he hadn’t noticed. Holy shit. 

He looks around the tub, picking things up, putting them down–how many bottles of shampoo do you need? Some of these feel almost empty, begging to be re-homed to his bathroom. He gets up and searches your cluttered counter, rummaging around, looking for the juice. He checks himself out in the mirror, and his little smirk widens. He looks hot: Biceps swole from working out. Cock straining his unbuttoned jeans.

He snaps a pic before resuming his search. When he looks under the sink, jackpot. A bottle of synthetic “kum.” He unscrews the lid and you sure have used a lot of it. He sees the bottle half-full, ha ha. Until he pours out just little. He'll replace it.

Billy's phone dings with a text from you. Thought this day might never come. Your text reads, all good? Hah. Of course there’s no real leak, aside from his cockhead. 

You’re stopped at a gas station. At the moment, you care more about what's in his pants than your complete loss of privacy, so you’re playing along. The urge to text him had been too strong, and now your heart is racing, awaiting his response. When he hasn’t replied in five minutes, you feel like an idiot. . And then you’re just mad. Of course he hasn’t responded. He must be feeling so smug right now. You get back in your car. If you weren’t two hours away, you’d speed home to confront him. 

/// As that plays out in your mind, it devolves into a filthy fantasy. When you bust in the door demanding to see the alleged leak, he gets a wild look in his eyes. I'll show you the leak. He charges at you and you don't move. He manhandles you up against the wall, pinning you there while he smells your hair. Oh, he’s strong, really strong, and he’s rock hard pressing himself up against you. You’re dyin’ for this cock, he growls in your ear. Oh, how you wish he was wrong. He’s there to lay pipe, and you want it. ///

Back in real life, you’re staring into space until a van driver's stare snaps you out of it. You find your hand between your legs, heel of your palm pressed against your throbbing front….still parked right there at the gas pump. The man quickly looks away, and your face catches fire. You can’t drive like this. Soaking wet, you get out of your car again. You know the gas station chain has clean bathrooms. Clean enough. 

You lock the bathroom door behind you and are confronted with your face in the mirror--wrecked with horny desperation. You wash your hands with that pink scented soap, dry them, then unbutton your shorts. Leaning with your back against the wall, you plunge your hand into your shorts. What a mess-no panties, soaked through. You rub your puffy cunt, then gather some slick and slide it up to your sweet spot for a quickie. 

Closing your eyes, you pick up the scene right where you left off, this time grinding your bare, dripping pussy against your hand. 

/// You imagine he’s got you up against the wall. He cups your crotch over your obscenely short daisy dukes, then easily slips his middle finger under the inseam for a dip. Found the leak, he taunts as his thick finger pushes into your needy hole. Already got your panites off for me? He tilts his head, making a strand of hair fall in his face. You're dyin' for it.

Don’t - fucking - move, he warns with a glare, then takes his arm off your chest to unbutton his pants, freeing his cock in a hurry. Once his bare cock is grazing your midsection, both his hands end up between your legs. He rips the pathetic, dripping inseam of your “shorts.”  Then he forcefully grabs both your thighs and lifts you against the wall.

And just as he’s shoving his stiff cock into you, just when his girth is stuffing you full, the tension snaps in real life. ///

You shudder and your thighs quake and your mouth opens wide with a nearly silent moan. Slowly rutting against your hand with each bursts of pleasure, you hear yourself whisper, billy as your hips slow to a stop. 

He knows you want it bad. Of course you want it. He’s him–He was pre-trial detention for a week before he started getting fan mail. Now he’s far from Woodsboro, out of Cali, out in the sticks of a town that’s not even on the map. He’s a nobody with a trailer park. He likes it that way, and he’s still got it. You’re playing hard to get, and that really gets him hard.

Getting a text from you at all feels like a runway traffic controller is waving him in for the kill...so to speak. He doesn't reply right away, but it's not because he's playing it cool. He's just mulling how far to go with his reply. He tucks his erection into his waistband and takes another POV shot with his legs framed by open doors of your under-sink cabinet. The smushed head of his cock barely visible against his abdomen.

Too far? Maybe. He’ll save that one for later. Right now he has something to take care of anyway.

. . .

Ten minutes later, he’s reclining on your bed, edging himself with the kum as lube, open bottle on the nightstand. He doesn’t use your panties, or the pics he’s secretly taken, or the audio he’s recorded from outside the thin walls of your trailer. He doesn’t need anything but his mind, and the fact that when you get off in private, you stuff yourself with imaginary cum. You’re that much of a cumslut. He’s never been so stiff and swollen. 

/// It’s so clear in his mind. You ride that cock with one hand braced on the tub, one on your breast. Your eyes are closed and you're moaning. You mutter billy under your breath, fuck, billy, gushing at the thought of him fucking you raw. Your thighs tremble, desperate for his load. Fill me up, billy. When you’re just about to press that button on the dildo, in real life he sits up and grabs the bottle of kum. He brings the open bottle to the tip of his cock.

Then, you press the button and moan please, please. As you begin to fill yourself with his cum, panting yes, more— his whole body shakes. He moans out loud in your room. His thick ropes join the fake cum as he thinks of you blasting more than one load up your cunt. He just knows you don’t stop at one. You don’t stop until you’re spent, and a big mess of his jizz is leaking out of your used, over-stuffed cunt.  ///

He loses count of how many ropes he shoots into that bottle. The last of his load dribbles out. He sets the bottle down on the nightstand, take off his sweaty shirt, and collapses on his back, just breathing for a minute, looking at your ceiling.

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When he’s recovered enough, he tucks his cock back into his boxer briefs, sits up, and looks in the bottle. His cum is visibly different from the synthetic stuff. He screws the lid closed, holds the bottle near his unzipped jeans, and shakes it in a jack-off motion. He opens the bottle again. “Yeahhh,” he says to the mixture. He’s gonna have to do that again. While you're out of town, he'll be adding a lot more to that bottle. 

His phone lights up on the nightstand, reminding him of your text.  He slings his dirty shirt over his shoulder on his way back to your bathroom. He puts the bottle back where it was.

Then he takes a mirror selfie, disheveled and flushed, with a visible farmer’s tan. His bare skin glistens, and his belt is left unbuckled. 

He sends you the pic and a text: yea just finished

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Thank you for reading and tysm for interacting with my stories!! I've been going through it recently, as you may can tell from my lack of fics. Your enjoyment and encouragement makes a difference on a personal level, not just as a writer - I'm grateful for you all ♥️

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I have a very random question. Would anyone read a Tangerine fic with him being Ghostface? I am asking for a friend. Though I am not opposed to writing Ghostface in general either. Or even with different characters.

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Mandie, she/they, 30s RP Gifpacks | Other gif blog | Kofi I track #uservuxoa and follow from nyxvuuxoa

I have been writing fanfiction since 2016, and have been on tumblr a little longer than that (and have been roleplaying for even longer, just not on tumblr). Primarily, let's face it, I write smut. But that doesn't mean it's all I can write. I do enjoy the darker side of things, so dark!fics are not off limits. If you have any questions, please feel free to shoot me an ask.

(!) I do not write for actors, I write for the characters they portray. (!) I will not take requests from underage people. (!) I will not write about underage people.

--▷ I am interested in writing for: -- Aaron Taylor's Characters. -- Luca Marinelli as Primo Nizzuto -- Theo James as Eddie Horniman -- Jensen Ackles's Characters -- Ben Barnes as Billy Russo -- Cillian Murphy as Jackson Rippner -- Kyle Gallner as The Demon, or Benson -- Jake Gyllenhaal as Detective Loki

--★ I am not opposed to taking requests about other characters, these ones are just favorites of mine and they flow easily for me. If you are curious, drop me a message and I'll let you know.

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(!) Requests: Open, but slow.

--▷Number in the inbox: 22 --▷Number in Drafts: 7

I am slow about it, but getting ready to start going through requests (and weeding out any double like requests, I am not going to write two of the same story) now that I have some free time.