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ethan and reader doing a sex tape?? also don’t know if ur comfortable but can you do a full detailed one??! please and tyy have a good day🙏🏻

I am SO SORRY it took so long to write this(a little over a month. I feel like an ass). It's literally 4.4k words, strictly smut with a dash of fluff. I kinda went in on this lmao

Into It - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: Your boyfriend convinces you to make a sex tape with him.

Contains: Long ass smut lmao - Oral, m and f receiving, fingering, multiple orgasms, a little ass smacking, p in v, multiple position changes, unprotected sex. (If I missed something, let me know. I'm SO SLEEPY rn)

A/N: If there's any grammatical errors, shh no there's not. I'm struggling to keep my eyes open tbh 🙃

“I don’t know about this, Ethan,” you mumbled, as he helped you take your shirt off.

“No one else will see it but us, babe,” he said, trying to convince you. “People do stuff like this all the time.”

“Yeah, on porn sites,” you sighed, as he unhooked your bra.

“You’re way better than any of the other girls on those sites, baby. Watching you take my cock whenever I want to would be so hot,” he said, running his hands over your newly exposed breasts. You felt a chill run down your spine as his fingertips started to graze over your nipples.

“Fine,” you sighed in defeat, his fingers trailing further down your body, “but if anyone else sees it Ethan-“

Your words got stuck in your throat as he started to rub you over your panties.

“What was that, baby?” he asked, his lips turning to a smile as he watched you squirm. “You were just about to threaten me, I think.”

“Don’t be an ass,” you got out, your breath heavy as he slid your panties to the side. “Can we at least get on the bed?”

“Yeah, baby. I’ll get my phone set up,” he said, as he pulled his hand away from you. He looked around the room as you crawled onto the bed. “Hmm, this might work…for now,” he said, walking over to the bookshelf in your room. “At least while I’m teasing you.”

“What if I don’t want you to tease me?” you asked, a smirk playing on your lips as he turned around to look at you.

“You and I both know you like it,” he said, before turning back around and getting his phone set up. He pulled his shirt over his head after he was satisfied with the angle, the view of your bed perfectly in frame.

You stared at him as he walked around to the other side of the bed. You’d seen him without clothes so many times, but you always had to admire how hot he was.

Once he stood against the side of the bed, you wanted to put on a little show for the video he was making. You got on all fours, your ass sticking up as you started to unbuckle his belt. His eyes drank in the sight, loving the way your body looked in that position. He thought you always looked perfect, but there was just something about the way you looked in that moment that desperately made him want to fuck you even more than he already wanted to.

You unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his thighs as he kicked them off the rest of the way, leaving him in his boxers as he crawled on the bed with you. You saw how hard he already was, the small wet spot on his boxers from his precum made your mouth water.

You sat on your knees as he leaned in to kiss you, his mouth gently moving against yours, at first. He soon had you pushed back on the plush comforter, his tongue dancing with yours as one of his hands started to roam your body, his touches making your skin tingle.

He trailed kisses along your jaw, down your neck as you whimpered at the feeling. You felt him smile against you before his mouth started to attack your sweet spot.

“Fuck, Ethan,” you said, as he started to suck on the sensitive flesh.

You knew you’d have to cover the mark later, but you didn’t care. You loved the little reminders he’d leave of how good he made you feel.

He moved lower, placing tender kisses along your collar bone.

“You really are going to tease the fuck out of me, aren’t you?” you asked, the desperation in your voice making him laugh softly.

“Patience, baby,” he said, as his mouth made its way to one of your nipples.

He sucked it into his mouth as you gasped, the feeling making your core throb even more than it already was. Once he was satisfied with the attention he gave to it, he moved to the other one, his tongue swirling against it before he started to suck.

He could tell your pussy was craving attention when your hips started to wiggle. He ran his hand gently down your body until he made it to your soaked panties.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he said, as you whined in response. “I’ll make you cum soon, babe. I promise.”

He pulled his hand away as you started to get frustrated, your pouty lips making him smirk when his hooded eyes connected with yours. He shook his head at your expression, turning his attention back to the teasing, his lips trailing between your breasts and down your stomach. You ran one of your hands through his hair as he made his way down your body, him groaning against you as he felt your nails against his scalp.

“You know what that does to me,” he said, as he stopped at the top of your panties.

Your breathing got heavier as you waited in anticipation, hoping he’d just slide your panties to the side and take care of you. That’s not what he did, though, his mouth moving towards your thighs instead. Soft moans were slipping past your lips as he kissed the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs, his teeth occasionally grazing against you.

He was so close to where you needed him, his mouth as close to your pussy as it could be before, yet again, he skipped over it. He moved to the other thigh, giving the same attention that he gave to the other one.

“Ethan, please. I need it, baby,” you said, your eyes pleading with his as he looked up at you.

“I have a better idea,” he said, as he pulled away from you and slid off the side of the bed onto his feet.

“Where are you going?” you asked before you answered your own question in your head. He went over towards your bookshelf, grabbing his phone.

“Shit, I never started recording,” he said, his tone serious as you scoffed.

“You’re not teasing me like that again right now, I’m sorry,” you said, your tone defensive as he started to laugh.

“I’m just kidding, babe. I got it,” he said, walking back over to the bed. “You think you can suck my cock before I eat you out?”

You wasted no time after he crawled back up on the bed and laid on his back. You grabbed at his boxers, trying to pull them down. You huffed as you looked at him.

“Jeez, babe. You’re so needy,” he said, lifting his hips to make it easier for you to get his boxers off.

“You have no idea how bad I need to cum, but I need this, too,” you said, as his erection sprang free from his boxers, resting against his stomach as your mouth started to water. He had his phone pointed at you as you sat on your knees and started to stroke him, your bottom lip between your teeth as you watched his face.

You knew how badly he wanted you to suck it, but after all his teasing, this was the least you could do to get a small amount of revenge. His eyes got darker, realizing that’s what you were doing. You didn’t stop though, your hand movements got lazier once his breathing got heavier.

“Baby, please,” he said, “I need to feel your mouth.”

You hesitated for a minute, loving the feeling of having the upper hand as you started to move faster. Once you decided that you’d teased him enough, you leaned down, licking the drops of precum that started leaking from his tip. Just as you were about to take him into your mouth, he stopped you.

“Wait, can we do this on the floor? Like, I’m standing and you’re on your knees? I want it to be easier for you to look up at me,” he said, “Is that okay, babe?”

“Mmm, that sounds perfect,” you said, quickly shimmying off the bed and getting in the position he wanted you in before he even had the chance to sit up. He started to smile as he crawled off the bed, the corner of his bottom lip in between his teeth as he looked down at you.

“You look so beautiful,” he said, putting his cherry red tip in front of your mouth. “You’ll look even more beautiful when your mascara starts to run down your cheeks.”

Your breathing got heavier at his words, his phone pointed back at you as you grabbed his cock, rubbing his tip over your lips. You teased him like that for a few seconds before you opened your mouth, sucking on the sensitive head. His free hand ran through your hair as you started to take him in your mouth, inch by inch until you started to gag.

“Just like that, baby,” he said, as you looked up at him. Your cheeks hollowed as you started to move, your throat tightening every time the tip of his cock made it to the back of your mouth. “So fucking gorgeous.”

Your eyes were starting to water as you gagged, your tears threatening to slip out as he started to add small little thrusts into the mix, making you gag even more.

“Aww, look at you, baby,” he cooed, the tears slipping past your lower lash line. He groaned once he saw how wet his cock was from your spit, so proud of you for doing such a good job. The hand that was loosely in your hair started to get a tighter grip, his hips moving a little faster. “Such a good little slut for me.”

You whimpered around him, the throbbing in your core getting unbearable as you started to move faster. You needed him to cum so you could, and it might’ve made you a little selfish, but if you didn’t get your own release soon, you were going to go crazy.

“Shit, baby,” he said, as your red, watery eyes looked into his, “I’m gonna cum.”

It only took a few more times of your warm, wet mouth tightening around him for his hips to falter, his grunts turning into whimpers as you tasted the salty liquid. When you pulled back, his half-hard cock was connected to your mouth by strings of your saliva and his cum mixed together.

“God, baby,” he said, taking in the sight in front of him as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. He made sure that he got the perfect shot of your mascara-stained cheeks before he helped you up off the floor. “That might be the best head you’ve ever given me…does doing it in front of a camera turn you on even more?”

“I know I didn’t want to do it at first, but I wanted to make sure you had the best material for your alone time,” you said with a cracked voice, smiling at him. “I do kind of enjoy it, though.”

“We could always do this again,” he suggested, as you nodded in response. “Okay, babe. I know you need it. Get that pretty little ass of yours up on the bed.”

You did as he said, your head resting against the soft pillows as he laid his phone on the bed and crawled on top of you to kiss you again. His hand rubbed over your panties; the material drenched in your arousal. You whimpered as your hips started to move at the simple touches.

“I think these need to come off,” he said, running his hand over your hip, his thumb hooking around your panties as he started to slide them off you.

His lips trailed over your jaw again, down your neck, and over your stomach. You were almost scared that he was just going to torture you with his teasing again, but he was moving a lot quicker this time, desperate to take care of you.

You stared down at him as he got settled between your legs. “Wait, how do you want this part to be filmed?” you asked, glancing over to his phone beside you on the bed.

“Hmm, I’ll get plenty of shots of your face when I fuck you…why don’t you just film me?” he suggested, as you picked his phone up, pointing it at him as he started to lean in.

Your breath hitched the second he started to place gentle licks to your clit, your free hand going to his hair. “Mmm, feels so good,” you said, his tongue swirling over your bundle of nerves. His hands were massaging the flesh of your thighs as he held them apart, his mouth starting to sloppily move against you.

You couldn’t decide if you wanted to watch him though the phone screen or not, the whole thing making you even more turned on as you felt one of his hands move up your thigh. You soon felt his middle finger prodding at your entrance before he slid it inside of you with ease, your wetness coating him as he started to move it just right.

“Shit,” you gasped, the feeling making your legs tingle.

He moved his finger for a few minutes before he added his ring finger, a low moan slipping past your lips as he started to press them a little harder against the spongy spot inside of you.

He looked up at you, noticing how quick your chest was rising and falling, your moans getting a little louder as he inched you closer to your orgasm.

He sucked your clit into his mouth as he started to move his head back and forth, his curls ticking your thighs.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” you whined, your eyes screwing shut as your hand in his hair started to tremble. “Oh my god.” He sucked harder, the stimulation making your legs start to jolt as your orgasm washed over you.

The sucking on your clit turned into soft licks as he worked you through it, his fingers slowing a little anyway because your pussy was clenching them so hard. Once you stopped whimpering, he slid his fingers out before placing one last lick to your clit.

He sat up as he watched you catch your breath, your hands still shaky.

“Did it feel that good, baby?” he asked, grabbing his phone that you must’ve dropped at some point on the bed.

“So good,” you mewled, your hazy eyes connecting with his as you felt his fingertips brushing against your thigh again.

“How many more times do you think you could cum for me?” he asked, your eyes fully opening as you stared at him, your nervousness obvious to him as he started to laugh. “You know after I cum from head, it takes me a while to cum again. You remember the time we went at it for almost an hour?”

“Yeah,” you said, smiling as you thought back to it.

“How many times did you cum in that hour?” he questioned with a smirk, already knowing the answer.

“Four,” you said softly, “We switched positions a lot.”

“Are you okay with us doing that now?” he asked, as you sat up.

“Of course, babe. This is for the little movie you’re making,” you said, the seduction in your voice making him groan.

“Come here, baby.”

He pulled you into a kiss as his hands grabbed your hips, yours running over his chest as the kiss got more heated. He was running through all the positions in his head that he wanted to do, wanting to strategically plan them so it wouldn’t be too much before he had the chance to cum again. He knew that if he went super deep after you’d already had a few orgasms, you started to get really sensitive in those positions, usually tapping out after just a few minutes.

He pulled away to look at you, “How about you ride me first?”

“Okay, babe. Condom or no condom?” you asked, as you pushed him back onto the bed.

“What do you think I want?” he asked, smirking at you.

“No condom,” you said, laughing a little.

He nodded as he bit his bottom lip. “Shit, I almost forgot,” he said pointing his phone at you as you moved to straddle him.

You sat on his thighs for a minute, stroking him as you looked at him. He didn’t say anything, he just kept filming your hand move until you pulled it away. You shimmied up his body, raising up a little as you lined his cock up with your entrance. Once you started to sink down onto him, he kept glancing between you and his phone, making sure it was truly capturing the way your mouth fell open as he stretched you out.

“Mmmm,” you moaned, placing your hands on his chest to stabilize yourself as you started to bounce on his cock. “So big,” you got out, between your heavy breathing.

“So fucking tight,” he groaned, his free hand going to your hip as he helped you move.

He watched your tits bounce as you rode him, your sounds flooding out of your mouth as your nails started to dig into his chest.

“Shit, babe. That feels so good,” he groaned, as you smirked down at him. Ethan liked a little bit of pain from time to time, and you had no problem doing it for him, knowing how hard he’d cum once he’s had enough.

After a few minutes, your bouncing started to slow. Your knees were hurting and your legs were burning, but you felt that familiar feeling starting to build. It gave you enough motivation to chase your orgasm, bouncing even harder than you were before. Ethan’s seen you do this countless times, knowing that you must’ve been close. He moved his hand from your hip to your clit, his fingers rubbing quick circles.

Your ass was slapping against his thighs as you started to whimper, the feeling washing over you like a massive wave.

“Oh shit,” you slurred, drunk off his cock as you tried to keep moving, but it was getting harder to do. His hand moved back to your hip to hold you in place as he fucked up into you.

You slid him out of you as you came down from your high, laying your chest against his as you caught your breath. He felt your hard nipples pressing against him as he sat his phone down and ran his fingertips over your back.

“I hope you’re going to do most of the work for the rest of this, because my legs hurt so bad,” you said, as he started to laugh. You smiled at the vibrations coming through his chest.

“Sure, babe. I have a few ideas, you just need to lay there and take it,” he said, his hand running down your body to squeeze your ass. You moaned at the feeling, your tiredness starting to fade as you sat back up. “You ready to go again?”

“Yes,” you said, your voice still a little tired, “How do you want me?”

“Face down, ass up. Before you get too tired,” he chuckled, “I’m going to get you to hold my phone again for a little bit. I don’t get to see your face that often when I’m deep.”

“Fuuuck,” you groaned at the thought, getting in the new position, and grabbing his phone. Your hips involuntarily wiggled as your ass stuck up in the air, waiting for him to slide inside of you. He softly smacked your ass before he started to line up with your entrance, pushing his cock back inside of you.

You moaned at the feeling, the grip on your hips getting tighter as he started to thrust.

“You take it so fucking well,” he groaned, delivering a harder smack to your ass. He rubbed over your skin to soothe the slight stinging feeling. “You’re so perfect.”

His cock was buried so deep inside of you that it was hard for you to think, let alone form words. He kept saying sweet things to you, your only response to him was your moans getting louder.

He watched your free hand start to claw it the comforter, bunching it up in your hand as you tightly held on to his phone with the other. The coil in the pit of your stomach was getting tighter and tighter as he kept pounding into you. He glanced over to your phone screen, seeing all the hot little faces you were making.

“Shit,” he grunted, as you started to meet his thrusts with your hips. “You gonna cum?”

He looked at the back of your head as you started to furiously nod in response. He went even deeper, the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix.

“Watch yourself when you cum,” he ordered, as you whimpered and stared at the phone screen.

Your jaw was slack as your eyebrows knitted together, so close to falling over the edge. He just kept drilling into you, your eyes starting to flutter as the euphoric feeling hit you so hard your entire body was tingling.

“Yes, baby, feels so good” you babbled, as your boyfriend laughed in response at your current state. He loved making you completely cock dumb.

He slid out of you once your walls stopped fluttering before leaning down to place sweet kisses on the red mark on your ass cheek.

“Relax, baby,” he said softly, as he helped you adjust your legs so you could lay flat. “You’ve been doing so good for me,” he praised, rubbing his hand over your back as he sat beside you. “Can you take one more for me?”

“Missionary,” you mumbled into the comforter, making Ethan laugh. “I can’t take much more.”

“I know you can’t. I was starting to get close last time,” he said, “I know it won’t take long if you can handle it.”

“I can, if you help me,” you sighed, your body so relaxed from the multiple orgasms that you were struggling to move on your own.

He took his phone out of your tight grip before he helped you roll over onto your back. Your eyes were so glazed over, your eyes even more beautiful than they normally were.

“Thank you for doing this for me, babe,” he said, smiling sweetly at you as his hands ran over your hips. “I know we’re about to be really busy soon because of exams. This is the next best thing to actually being with you.”

“You better send it to me,” you said, your voice tired as he got settled between your legs.

“The idea of you getting off to this makes it so much hotter,” he sighed, as he pushed his tip in your entrance. “Fuck, I really might not last long. You’re already so tight.”

“It’s okay, babe. Fuck me until you can’t anymore,” you said, rubbing your fingertips across his arm as he made it all the way inside of you.

Your lips parted as soft moans slipped past your lips, his pace a little slower than it had been for the last few positions. He didn’t want to hurt you, and he knew how tired you already were.

“You can go faster, baby,” you said, his hips moving a little quicker as he leaned down to catch your lips in a kiss. He almost forgot about filming, but he wanted to take care of you and make sure that you still felt the love in this, and that he wasn’t doing it just to have the hottest masturbation material for later.

He pulled away from the kiss, sitting on his knees and angling your hips so he could film his cock sliding in and out of you. He groaned once he looked down, noticing a ring of your cum coating the base of his cock from the orgasms he’d already given you.

“God, baby. You’ve already came so much,” he said, his hand running across your stomach as his pace started to get faster. His fingertips grazing against you made you shudder underneath him.

You felt your fourth orgasm of the night building, the slight overstimulation of everything making it so easy for you to cum again. One of your hands snaked down your body to rub gentle circles against your clit, as the other gripped one of your tits, pinching at your nipple as you got closer. You tried to watch him through your hazy eyes, his curls stuck to his forehead and his cheeks a deep shade of pink from all the work he was putting in.

He had his phone angled down to his cock as he felt your pussy tighten around him. Strained moaned were slipping past your lips as he groaned, noticing more of your cum on his cock.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he said, giving you a few more hard thrusts before he pulled out, shooting it from your lower stomach all the way up to your breasts. “That was fucking amazing,” he panted, as he pointed the camera to all the cum on you before stopping the video. “You okay, baby?”

“Mhm,” you said, fighting off the urge to just fall asleep in that moment as he laid down beside you.

“We really need to shower. We’re both so sweaty, and you’re covered in cum,” he said with a small laugh as you groaned.

“Can I just have a couple minutes to rest? I don’t think I can stand long enough to shower right now,” you said, as you felt his fingers lace with yours, his thumb softly rubbing over the top of his hand.

“Yeah, babe. If you doze off, I’ll wake you up,” he said, leaning over to kiss your cheek.

When Ethan got home the next morning, the first thing he did was upload the video he made onto his computer. He started to edit it, only taking out the moments when nothing was actually being filmed. After he watched the video from beginning to end after he’d finished editing it, he was rock hard as he pulled out his phone to text you.

Ethan: If you ever want to drop out of school, I have a new career idea for you…

You: Oh?👀

Ethan: You should see this video. You’d be amazing in porn😏

You: Hmm, maybe I will drop out🧐

Ethan: Don’t get any ideas though. I’m the only one you’d be fucking.

[dindjarindiaries]

For the prompts request could you please do “I don’t think I can walk that far… or at all”, “stay where you are, I’m coming to get you”, and “I’m sorry, I know it hurts” with Hunter pretty please???? I need some Hunter comfort before tbb s3 ruins us all ❤️🙃😶

character: Hunter (The Bad Batch)

prompts: “I don’t think I can walk that far… or at all”, “Stay where you are, I’m coming to get you”, and “I’m sorry, I know it hurts”

warnings: blood & injuries

main masterlist • hunter masterlist

Your breaths came in panicked gasps as you helped yourself to sit up against the nearest wall. You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment, replaying the last few moments over again in your mind.

You were laying down cover for Wrecker when they started to close in on you. There was barely anywhere to go, but you tried your best to stick to the shadows and shoot. You were convinced you had them all no problem—you always did—but just when you started to lower your blaster, a final one jumped out, and you had no time to hide from their blaster bolt.

They were dead, now, but that didn't hide the damage. Your leg was hit with a clean shot, and as you reopened your eyes, you gained the faith to look at it. Charred skin around the wound still glowed a fiery orange, and blood was just starting to seep from it.

The sight of it made you dizzy for a moment, as did the shock, but you pushed through and reached for the comm on your belt. You forced your breathing to even out before you activated it. "Hunter." You paused, swallowing down a groan of pain as you looked up to the open sky of the planet above you. "I'm hit."

"You're what?!" Hunter's comm went quiet for a moment, and you had no doubt he was cursing to himself. "How bad?"

You glanced down at your wound again. The color was fading, but the bleeding was quickly getting worse. "Direct. On the leg."

"Are you okay?" Hunter's voice was breathless. When you didn't respond, his words only sounded more panicked. "Can you make it back to the ship?"

You shook your head to yourself. "I don’t think I can walk that far… or at all." You forgot to lift your hand from the comm's activator as you released a tight groan of pain. "It's bad, Hunt. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, Sunny." Hunter's command was gentle, despite the way his voice shook. "Stay where you are, I’m coming to get you."

You set the comm back on your belt and closed your eyes, focusing on your breathing once again. The shock was starting to wear off, which meant the pain of your wound was getting worse. You had nothing on you to stop the bleeding, and even if you did, there was no telling that you could actually do anything to help it.

Hunter called out your real name in panic as he approached. You opened your eyes to look at him, watching as he knelt at your side and looked at your wound. His body froze at its severity, and though his helmet hid his face from you for now, you could picture the handsome features of his face contorted in horror.

Hunter cursed under his breath and lifted a hand to your face. "You're losing a lot of blood." He tugged the scarf off his neck and began to wrap it around your leg. You cried out before you could stop it, holding his wrists as his visor glanced at you. "I’m sorry, I know it hurts." He exhaled a deep, troubled breath and shook his helmet. "I should've been here."

"It's not your fault." You spoke through your gritted teeth, desperate to comfort him. "You had a more important role to—." You cut yourself off with a whimper as Hunter tied off the scarf tight.

"Still." Hunter put his arms under your back and your knees and nodded at you. "Just hold on. Okay?"

You returned his nod, closing your eyes and cradling your head against him as he lifted you. You bit your cheek to keep yourself from protesting in pain when his running caused your wound to bounce uncomfortably. Hunter would only free a hand from you to shoot his blaster as he made his way back to the ship, where Wrecker was hopefully awaiting you.

"Hunter!" Wrecker's voice exclaimed in hardly concealed relief. "Why do you have Sun..."

Wrecker stopped himself as you raised your head to look at him. His helmet was off, and his expression instantly dropped in worry.

"Wha-What happened?"

"Direct hit, to the leg." Hunter stepped closer to Wrecker. "I need to get us out of here first."

Wrecker nodded in understanding. "I've got Sunny." He took you from Hunter with ease, and when you let out a groan of protest at the movement, Wrecker shifted the way he was holding you.

"Start treating it if you can!" Hunter called the words out over his shoulder on his way to the cockpit. You were stuck with a different kind of pain at his actions; if Tech were still around, he wouldn't have had to worry about handing you off to Wrecker. Tech would've already had you out of this damn wretched system.

"Hey, Sunny." Wrecker began to distract you as he smiled at you and set you down in the nearest chair. You whimpered, but still offered the best smile you could in return. Wrecker's smile grew more before it started to falter. "This wasn't because you were covering me, was it?"

You shook your head. "It wasn't your fault, Wrecker." You hissed when Wrecker untied the scarf around your wound. "I let down my guard too fast."

Hunter managed to pilot the Marauder off the planet as Wrecker started attending to your wound. When the ship was in hyperspace, Hunter raced out to join you again, and Wrecker instantly moved aside to let Hunter take over. As Wrecker attended to the cargo he'd brought on board, Hunter removed his helmet and focused on the task at hand.

But you couldn't stand the worry in his eyes as he began the bacta treatments.

"Hunter." Your voice was gentle, almost hushed, as you called for him. He didn't look up at you, his focus too sharp on your wound. "Hunt."

The nickname finally earned his gaze. You brushed the wisps of hair back from his forehead for a moment and nodded with as much reassurance as you could muster.

"I know it looks bad, but I'm okay." You nodded again. "I promise."

Hunter searched your gaze for a lie and found none. He exhaled in relief, his eyes closing as he leaned his forehead against your knee. You kept your hand on the top of his head, running your knuckles over his hair to soothe him. One of his hands gave your calf a gentle squeeze.

"I'm here."

Hunter lifted his head and reopened his eyes, and your heart shattered at the vulnerability he didn't bother to hide from you—because he knew he didn't have to. "So many losses." He was choked up, causing you to cup his cheek for comfort. "And I almost thought you..."

He didn't have to finish the thought. You shook your head at him. "It's gonna take more than a blaster shot to get rid of me." You leaned forward, biting back the protest your wound gave at the movement, and left a lingering kiss on his forehead. "We're all right."

Hunter began to smile and nodded, his hand taking yours from his face and giving it a squeeze before he dropped it to start tending to your wound again. You sat in silence, but the tension was gone, exchanged for the breathless relief of your safety.

A lot of things had changed for the worst over the past few months, but one thing would always be for certain: you and Hunter.

[exercise-of-trust]

everyone clap and cheer for my beautiful daughter who has every disease 🥰 her name is þerindë because her wheel is made out of an embroidery hoop; she is entirely handmade and boy howdy does it show

a whole bunch of things have stopped working since i took that video last night and i'm not sure how much more wherewithal i have to keep messing with her, but i did manage to spin about two feet of something before then! so i'm showing her off a bit now, and if i can figure out what-all i fucked up maybe you'll see more of her in the future. some process and progress photos under the cut (not a tutorial. do not do this. i cannot sufficiently stress how bad of an idea this was and is*)

(*if you are going to do this and have questions not answered here i am always happy to answer them, inbox and dms are open etc, but like. i would strongly advise against it)

here's the hoop! it's about a foot across, with a groove carved out with a speedball. this ended up being way too shallow (who'd'a'thunk) so the final version is a lot deeper than what you're seeing here. the paint stirrers are held in with straight pins because i was worried regular nails would just crack the hoop lmao. my girl is so deeply and profoundly scuffed <3

the flyer is made from three cedar shingles glued together because i didn't have a solid piece of wood large enough. astonishingly nothing broke while i was sawing out the rough shape and it whittled down pretty nicely! the hooks are scrap 2mm copper wire, the orfice is a couple inches of plastic drinking straw, and the pulley wheel is also hand-carved, which is why it looks like a fucked-up oreo and has the weird hitch at the top of the spin that you probably saw in the video 🙃 frankly i am astonished it works as well as it does

the wheel frame is. man. the axle supports haven't broken yet but frankly it's a miracle they're still in place with how much strain they're under every time. the original base was that weird little bit of paint stirrer, which (shocker) did not work out in the long run; it's been replaced by an offcut from the frame and is significantly more sturdy now. it's surprisingly level, though, and turns pretty smoothly all things considered!

the frame was a nightmare start to finish; i've never done any serious woodworking before in my life and the whole thing was just kind of slapped together without a plan or any sort of concrete measurement. it wobbles so fucking bad and every few hours i have to push a couple of the parts back together where the nails are sort of drifting out of the wood. you may observe a weird post sticking out the left side of the mother-of-all; that is supposed to be for scotch tensioning. does it actually do that? sort of! the belt is a length of cotton crochet thread that is, after much fiddling, just the right size to not slip out more than once every three minutes.

treadling was another pain to figure out and i think i probably made it way more complicated than it needed to be. it still doesn't work very well and i can't tell if that's something i can fix hardware-wise or if i just have to suck it up and practice a lot more. turns out feet are not as coordinated as hands! i would say "now i know for next time!" but frankly i am never doing this again. you couldn't pay me. speaking of which, i did the math and at my current pre-tax hourly salary i could've bought two brand-new ashford travelers with the number of hours i spent building my awful rickety daughter. at the end of the day, do i love her? immensely. is she "good"? by no stretch of the imagination.

anyway. this was a terrible use of my time <3 but i do finally feel confident enough in all the parts of a spinning wheel and what they're for that i can brave the dangers of facebook marketplace's "spinning wheel" category without getting too badly scammed! which is pretty valuable in its own right, i guess.

[rowanix-cos]

Trucy Wright and Mr Hat ~ Ace Attorney

Finally got round to editing some pics that were taken way back in March (oops). Trucy is such a favourite of mine, as is Mr Hat, and they were such a joy to cosplay (though I did keep spooking people at con who thought Mr Hat was a real person hovering over my shoulder 🙃)

I made pretty much everything myself, and I am so proud of it all! (Details below the cut, feel free to skip)

Mr Hat is made from 2 cylinders of eva foam with PVC piping (plus lots of nuts and bolts) for support. And that's not editing! There is nothing supporting him from underneath, and he is hands-free to carry around; he is attached to me at the waist via 2 belts that thread through openings I made in the side seams of my dress. All the wood detailing was engraved in with a dremel before he was painted, and I drafted patterns to sew up his cape and shirt. Similarly, his hat is also made from eva foam and covered with the same fabric I used for the cape. The hat fits me too, just only when I have my Trucy wig on or else it's much too big :') His head is also on a hinge so his mouth can open and close. He's basically a big puppet!

Some notes: There are magnets in the hat and gloves to hold his hand in place as well as magnets in his jaw to hold his head close but unfortunately I didnt use strong enough magnets and my lovely Apollo (pictured) had to keep fixing him. His head also started drooping towards the end of the day (this is why I always test my cosplays before entering any competitions!) and I'm struggling to think of a better way to stablise it - if anyone has any tips, please let me know!

In any case, I am so so proud of him! Now onto Trucy...

I've cosplayed Trucy before, but I updated her a bit to go with Mr Hat. I sewed up a new cape (used the old one to make Mr Hat's) and used some glittery iron-on vinyl for the patterns on the diamonds, and added bells so I jingle when I move around!

The dress I found in a charity shop but it initally was a lot longer and much too big for me, so I took it in and up and added the adjustable side-openings + padding on the inside to hide the bumps the belts would make. I made the buttons + the earring from Polymer clay, and the broach with a polymer clay encasing and a resin jewel (which i had to make a mold for. They don't sell em that big)

The bag I also found but sewed fabric over the top to make it look more like Trucy's + added the belt. The neckscarf and Mr Hat's bowtie I completely winged. I stuffed them both plus part of the globes to give everything that cartoonish shape.

I think that's everything. Let me know if you have any questions!

[superiorsturgeon]

Continuing from this, first suggested by @lwde-encrusted-sideblog

Young Jaune: *walking through the woods at night*

Jaune: Man, these family vacations to Patch always end up with me lost! Hello?!

Werewolf Yang: *Jumps out of the bushes and noms Jaune’s hand*

Jaune: Ouch! Bad puppy!

Werewolf Yang: *barks playfully and runs around*

Jaune: …huh…that looks like fun! *drops on all fours and starts growing blonde puppy fur* Will you be my friend?

Werewolf Yang: *wags and play-bows*

Werewolf Jaune: *pants and rolls over before playing chase with new friend*

Years later…

Pyrrha: *walking through dark forest* Jaune? Jaaaauuuune?! Where could he be…?

Pyrrha: *bumps into something*

Blake: Ah-! …Pyrrha? What are you doing out here after curfew?

Pyrrha: Blake? What are YOU doing out after curfew?

Blake: I’m looking for my partner. Once a month she sneaks out and disappears into the forest at night. 😑

Pyrrha: …this might sound like a strange coincidence, but my partner does the same thing! What could they be up to?

Blake: That’s what I’m trying to find out!

*rustling*

Pyrrha: Did you hear that?

Blake: Sshhh!! It came from over there!

Blake/Pyrrha: *sneak towards mysterious noise*

Blake/Pyrrha: *peek through bushes*

Yang: *taking off her clothes and folding them up* …again, I’m really sorry about biting you when we were kids!

Jaune: *unlacing his sneakers* I already told you, it’s fine! My family got me a sweet muzzle and they let me decorate it!

Blake: Yang?

Pyrrha: Jaune?

Yang/Jaune: *both jump* OH SHIT!! BLAKE/PYRRHA?!

Pyrrha: What are you doing out here?

Jaune: Pyrrha, please! You need to go right now!

Blake: Okay, I don’t know what you two are doing out here in the forest in the middle of the night, but-

Yang: It’s too late! *drops to all fours*

Jaune: *growing hair out, muscles bulging* NooooOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Yang: AawoooooOOOOOOO!!!!! *muzzle elongates*

Jaune/Yang: *fully transformed, slowly approach their partners, snarling and furry muscles rippling*

Yang: Grrrrr…!

Jaune: *opens his mouth to bite*

Pyrrha: *reaches out and flicks Jaune’s nose* Jaune, down!

Werewolf Jaune: *yelps and hops back with his tail between his legs*

Pyrrha: Sit!

Werewolf Jaune: *drops to his haunches, perking his ears forward as if asking if he did good*

Pyrrha: Roll over, Jaune!

Werewolf Jaune: *rolls onto his back, wagging and showing his fluffy blonde belly* 😃

Pyrrha: *starts rubbing the soft blonde fluff* Who’s a good boy? Who’s a good boy?

Werewolf Jaune: 😍

Pyrrha: Awwww!!! You’re not so scary, are you?

Pyrrha: Look, Blake! They’re both still so sweet! 🥰

Pyrrha: *looks up* Blake?

Blake: 😫 *pants torn off, getting her pink parts absolutely DEVOURED by werewolf Yang*

Werewolf Yang: 🐺👅💦🌮😛🍑❤️😋

Pyrrha: …

Pyrrha: …okay, I see you’re busy!

Pyrrha: *puts a leash on Werewolf Jaune*

Pyrrha: Come on, Jaune, let’s go somewhere private.

Werewolf Jaune: *instantly back up on his paws* 🙂

Pyrrha: And maybe we’ll have some fun with peanut butter! Have you heard of something called a “Red Rocket?” *undoing her belt* 😏

Werewolf Jaune: 🙃

Blake: AAAAaahnnnhh~!

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

How about #25 with either Thor or Deadpool?🙃💛

.⋆｡Save A Cowboy?｡⋆.

Thor x plus size reader

When Thor overhears one of your songs and becomes confused about its meaning, you have to show him what it means- it’s the right thing to do

Warnings: implied smut, the usual Thor cluelessness, fluff, little bit of nudity

WC: 455

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

3000 Follower Celebration

Girl’s night was sacred. It was the one night a month where you and the rest of the girls in the Avengers plus Maria and Pepper, go out on Tony’s money and get royally fucked up while shit-talking the dumb men in your lives. 

Music blasted from your speakers as you danced around your room in your underwear, singing along. Your bedroom door opened suddenly and a blond head popped through while you were belting out a very passionate rendition of one particular country song that got you in the mood to party.

“Dove?” Thor’s powerful voice easily carried over the music, startling you.

“Jesus Christ!” You yelped, whipping around to face your best friend, not bothering to try and cover up. “Thor, how many times have I told you to knock.” You turned down your music to a more appropriate level. He just shrugged and took that as a signal to enter your room, shutting the door behind him.

“I did knock, the melodies you were playing were very loud and must have covered it.” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m sure. Was there something you wanted or do you just make it a habit of walking into a lady’s room when she isn’t dressed?” Turning from him, you grab the jeans that you were wearing out tonight.

“What does ‘save a cowboy’ mean?” Your brows drew together in confusion before you laughed.

“It’s not ‘save a cowboy’ it’s ‘save a horse’. Y’a know, ‘save a horse, ride a cowboy’.” You stepped into the tight jeans and pulled them up your legs, giving a little hop to get the denim over your ass.

“Why would you ride a cowboy? It seems very inefficient. It would make more sense to have a steed or a large cat.” Thor seemed genuinely confused and borderline upset over the misunderstanding. You quickly abandoned the rest of your clothes in favour of comforting your best friend.

“It’s a metaphor for sex.” You said plainly, knowing from past experiences that you had to be direct with the god. Yet his lips were still downturned and his blue eyes dulled with confusion. You sighed heavily through your nose.

Then an idea struck you. A glance at the clock told you that you had a little over an hour before you had to meet with the girls. “Fuck it.” You shoved Thor with all your might and he fell back onto your bed, landing on the mattress with an ‘oof’.

You shimmied back out of your jeans and straddled the god. His hands immediately came to rest on your wide hips as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “How about a demonstration?” 

The girls wouldn’t mind if you were a little late.

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Seven days a week couple make up sex drabble? 🙃

oonga boonga higgidy hoonga

nsfw. warnings for oral (jk receiving), implied frottage/penetration

"i still can't believe you'd do that to me! like, seriously, blowing me off for some stupid coworker you don't even like? i know you're busy, but so am i, and i don't want to keep postponing date night by being told the day of that you'll be home late because some bitch thinks he can take you away from me just 'cause he's rich and i'm not! i know you already apologised but i can't look at you anymore without getting upset, like what the f-fu-uck—"

his rant trails off into a high-pitched mewl, his thighs wrapping around your head as you suck harshly on his swollen tip, tongue swirling around it and catching on his glans. his head rolls back with his eyes and his grip tightens in your hair, thrusting messily into your mouth as his pretty cock lets out a single thick spurt.

he's trying so hard to be annoyed at you, holding his own orgasm back this entire time. you swallow what escaped, throat bobbing as you hold him gently on your tongue. you gaze up at him with hooded eyes.

"s-stop it, stop looking at me like that," he whines, guiding your mouth on him with shaky hands. he shouldn't, he's supposed to be angry at you, but you make him feel so good – he should be denying you his body. instead, he's letting you at it like a beast, tearing it up like a slab of meat, just with a more refined, localised sense of damage.

you take his cock between your fingers and lick your slick lips. you tilt your head with faux innocence. "like what?"

"hyung..." he refuses to say anything else, biting his knuckles as you fist his wet cock, squeezing gently on every upstroke.

"well," you hum, "maybe i'm not doing enough to apologise."

with a smirk, you sit back on your heels, rocking to your feet and staring down at his bare, quivering body. he rubs his thighs together, his hand between them so pathetically that you can't help but feel a little sorry for him.

"open your legs."

the demand is short and sharp. he flushes and whimpers softly, closing his eyes as he inches them apart. he cups his hard cock, managing to hide himself almost entirely with one hand. "y-yes, sir..."

"good boy." he hears the tell-tale clinks of your belt and the hush of leather as it slips out from your belt loops. a zipper. he gulps, pressing his palm over his eyes in embarrassment – he shudders and arches his spine when he hears you chuckle.

"don't be shy, darling. keep talking – keep telling me everything i've done wrong. i don't want it to happen again, if i can help it."

your touch burns on his skin, gliding down his wrist and tucking under his palm to pull his hand away from his throbbing cock. he writhes as a hot, heavy weight lays on top of it, teasing him. he keeps his eyes stubbornly shut, even as his breaths begin to tremble.

you sigh softly, reaching down to grip his thighs. he's not going to break by himself – you'll have to persuade him to talk again. no worries.

you've always been very persuasive.

[ryuttaeng]

Can you do an assistant!reader with g!p chaeryeong

since the beginning of the tour, chaeryeong is making feel things 🫣🙃

pairing: gp!chaeryeong x assistant!reader

summary: you bet your boss’s private life goes awful. why she’s always so mean and rude? and you should learn that talking behind someone’s back isn’t good.

contents/warnings: smut, minors dni. g!p, unprotected sex, cream pie, pet names, she came out kinda mean again sorry not sorry, swearing, please do not read if sensitive/uncomfortable with such themes!

genres: smut

you sighed, as you rested your head on your friend’s shoulder. “she’s just going too far. how i even possibly could do her task for 5 minutes? she’s always irritated by something, maybe she doesn’t have someone to fuck her stupid til she…” your friend and colleague looked up, as you repeated her action. you quickly sat down, looking at the person, telling exactly, your boss in front of you.

“shall we talk?” chaeryeong said in a very polite voice, despite all your words she heard. “i- okay, ms. chaeryeong.” you stood up, following your ceo, as your friend looked at you, whispering you something. turning away, you stared at everything you could, but just not your ceo in front of you, that led you to her office.

“close the door.” she said and you obeyed. quickly closing the door, you turned around and jumped back, as chaeryeong already stood behind your back. is it even possible to do that quick? she slowly started walking forward, making you step back. “so, what have you said about my private life, hm?” she asked, while she smiled, and her voice still sounded soft, even softer than before, but you could sense that she’s obviously not as soft as her voice sounds.

taking a step back you run into her desk, stopping moving, as her smile reminded you a cheshire cat. “i… i didn’t meant…” you tried to come up with something, but as chaeryeong only moved closer to you, you couldn’t think of anything else but something poking into your thigh. “maybe you should be the one to fuck you stupid, don’t you think so?” oh, her tone and face expression definitely changed.

“listen, i don’t want bratty assistants around me talking shit behind my back, is that understood?” you quickly nodded. “good girl… how about we just… teach you a lesson, hm?” she whispered in your ear, as she pulled up your skirt, letting her hand caress your thighs as they please. “ms. chaeryeong…” “ah, leave your fake formality behind, don’t you think i haven’t heard everything else you said about me before?” she said, removing your underwear. you heard her belt buckle click, zip being pulled down and her hot, leaking cockhead teased your entrance.

“you simply just can’t do your work without complaining, so you better be quiet this time, babe.” chaeryeong said, before she pushes in, jolting your whole body forward. her cock stretches you out, the veins rubbing against every ridge inside of you. “ooh,” you whine, your mouth hanging open. “oh my-” her hips already snapping against you at a brutal pace. “you’re taking me so well,” chaeryeong says, grabbing your waist. each thrust sends pushes you forward as she almost slams into you. “so damn tight-”

chaeryeong fucking you in just the right spot so that you can feel heat building in your stomach, as you just can’t hold in your moans. “ooh god,” you slur out, as chaeryeong covers your mouth. “haven’t i told you to be quiet?” she said, as she moved faster. your walls tighten around her cock and she grunts.

“you’re close?” chaeryeong doesn’t struggle at all to speak through her thrusts, her pace unrelenting. you nodded, as her hand still covered you mouth. “come on, then. cum on my cock, princess.” 

as the pleasure building in your lower half snaps, you hum as you clench around her cock. it only takes a few more snaps of chaeryeong’s hips before you feel hot ropes of cum shooting inside of you.

chaeryeong pulls out and leans back up, removing her hand from your mouth, as you gasp for air. breathing heavily, you felt your boss pulling you forward by your hips, as you felt chaeryeong aligns her already hard cock with your dripping entrance.

“you better brace yourself, because you’re not going anywhere til your workday ends.”

[eoieopda]

First off, congrats on 1k 👏👏👏👏 you are so incredible at writing and when I followed I assumed I was late finding you but it appears to be I came in early(?) on time, any who…

More than you know - Axewell /\ Ingrosso

With Jungkook 🙃

Thank you if you do this ❤️ keep up the great writing 🥰😎

tysm sweet bb! i’m so glad you found me, whenever and however you did 🫶🏻 also, this is such a banger omfg. i had to physically get up and jump around my bedroom, lol.

listen here

ft. truly the most chaotic and adorable jungkook i’ve written to date, i think. this is also the first 1k drabblepalooza piece to literally include the inspo. song, which feels kind of fitting since it’s the last one!

you had your reasons, you had a few / but you knew that I would go anywhere for you / ‘cause it ain't over, until she sings

A slump.

There was no other way to put it. You were simultaneously too wired to sleep, and too tired to do much of anything else. Above all, you were bored. No matter how many times you checked your phone, the time on the home screen never seemed to change. The seconds slid by like syrup, sticking to everything as they passed.

Ugh.

Jungkook should have been home from work hours ago. When he wasn’t, he swore up and down that he was nearly finished with whatever it was that held him up. As soon as he did finish, he’d said, he’d be right there to keep you company and keep you occupied. Unfortunately for you, that last text was sent more than two hours ago.

You’d watched so many episodes of Sailor Moon in the meantime that you felt your brain turning to doenjang.

Listless, you flopped back onto your mattress with your arms outstretched on either side. As you did, your phone slipped out of your hand, over the edge of the bed, and onto the floor. You stared after it but didn’t bother to grab it. It wasn’t doing you any good, anyway.

Stretched out over the mattress, it dawned on you how rarely you got the opportunity to take up this much space. Now, you could truly bask in it: the newfound ability to spread out without arms around your waist, or a head resting on your chest, or a leg flung over your side to keep you close while you slept. It also dawned on you that you actually kind of hated feeling this untangled.

Between you and Jungkook, you certainly weren’t the clingy one. As he’d once lovingly phrased it, you were a cactus. You didn’t need constant attention or physical contact to thrive — just some, now and then, in moderation. Low maintenance. Jungkook, on the other hand, said he needed enough to drown in. Until now, this assessment seemed spot-on.

Of course, you’d never dream of telling him that his neediness had — shockingly — rubbed off on you. If Jungkook knew that his affection was missed this badly, you’d have to have him surgically removed.

Eventually, your eyes began burning from the way you’d zoned out, staring at the ceiling. You closed them and, like a child, you made a wish: When they open again, Jungkook will be standing in the doorway. So, you kept them closed to increase the likelihood of your wish coming true.

And you waited, waited, waited…

You might’ve stayed asleep if there wasn’t a car honking emphatically outside your window. There was intermittent shouting, too, and — music?

Sitting up, you tried to rub the sleep from your eyes. As it turned out, it was confusion — not exhaustion — that kept them narrowed. With a groan, you dragged yourself to your feet. Then, you stumbled through the dark towards your balcony door. As you slid open the glass pane and stepped out in the cold, you braced yourself.

Oh god.

Standing on the sidewalk with a boombox at his feet was one Jeon Jungkook. You didn’t recognize the song that was absolutely blaring from the speakers, but his chaotic charm was nothing new. Truthfully, you couldn’t tell which of those two things had drawn more of the onlookers’ attention.

“I just need to get it off my chest,” he belted — in English — with his eyes shut tightly and his raised fist shaking in the air. It was the most absurd display of exaggerated emotion you’d ever seen out of him; and that was saying something. Judging by his smirk, he found himself immensely entertaining, too.

“Yeah, more than you know!”

You snorted, but immediately slapped a hand over your mouth. As hard as it was, you tried to keep your laughter off the list of noise complaints you’d surely receive. Across the street, an old man shoved his head out the window just to bark, “Babo, hajima!”

“Yeah, more than you know.”

Jungkook’s eyes flew open, focusing hard on you. His fist opened, too. With one finger extended, he let his arm drop slowly until he was pointing right at you. As if you weren’t blushing badly enough, he wiggled his hips in time with the music, “You should know that, baby, you’re the best.”

Torn between swooning and dying of embarrassment, you expected to drop at any moment. There was a young couple sitting at a bus stop a few meters behind Jungkook that showered him with praise, though. Ever the crowd-pleaser, Jungkook pointed finger guns at both men and shot them a wink, too.

“Jungkookah!” You whined loudly enough for him to hear but — hopefully — quietly enough to avoid further upset. You could no longer restrain the full, belly laugh that made your shoulders shake.

“Sorry I’m late!” He shouted back, entirely unbothered by the passersby who heckled him. “Also I’m sorry for forgetting my keys!”

Your eyebrows shot up into your hairline. In your confusion, you forgot your manners; you yelled down through wheezing laughter, “You what? Is that what all this was for?”

Jungkook was beaming more brightly than you’d ever seen when he shrugged, “Well, you didn’t answer when I texted or called. What else was I supposed to do?”

Before you could even think to ask after the stereo he’d somehow acquired, you ran to the door and headed for the stairwell. Hopefully, you could whisk your boyfriend away before someone called the police to do the same.

[zuppizup]

DVD commentary ask game!

(I’m tempted to choose a smut fic because a DVD commentary for that sounds hilarious, but I just can’t not take Zoom-mates 🙃)

“Makes sense.” Rayla shrugged. “Filling station ahead.” She nodded at Callum, who’d mentioned they needed fuel. “Are you still bringing the jelly tarts or want me to?” She grinned at Ezran. “I’m concerned none will make it there and they’re supposed to be the cake.” “I can be trusted! You worry about your traitorous éclairs.” Ezran sounded offended, clutching the enormous white box that contained the jelly tarts while glaring at the much smaller box Rayla had in her hands. “I promised I’d do a croque-en-tart, didn’t I?” Rayla snorted, narrowing her eyes at him. “Shouldn’t that be a tart-en-bouche?” “Should it?” Ezran mused. “What do you think, Callum?” “Huh?” Callum glanced in the rear-view mirror and then at Rayla. He had totally zoned out and had no idea what they were talking about. “Paying extra attention to driving?” Rayla teased. “Na, he’s probably brain storming all kinda of stuff to do to the shack.” Ezran joked. “Gonna put your artistic touch to it too?” “Eh, yeah.” Callum frowned as he took the exit for the filling station. “You’re so lucky having weekends off to help Dad with it.” Ezran continued. “I’ll definitely have to talk to Lujanne about moving my shifts around so I can come down some weekends as well.” “Yeah.” Callum replied noncommittally. “I know solar is going to be better than the crazy loud generator but I wish we could keep it looking exactly like when we stayed there.” “Oh yeah, with the single burner stove and no T.V.?” Callum sneered as he pulled up next to an empty pump. “Crappy fly screens that let all the mosquitos in, you want to keep that too?” Ezran paused, clearly taken aback by Callum’s biting tone. “I just meant it would be nice if we could keep it as close to what it was like when we were there with Mom.” “You barely even remember, Mom.” Callum snarled bitterly as he glared at his little brother in the mirror. “What do you know?” Ezran’s face fell, his large blue eyes suddenly glassy. Without speaking, he opened his door and got out, stomping across the filling station forecourt. “What the hell, Callum?!” Rayla looked at him, a horrified expression on her face. “That went way too far.” Callum felt guilt and shame settle in his gut, his own words echoing in his head. He took a deep breath and reached for Rayla but she was already undoing her belt and slipping out her door. He watched her run across the garage after Ezran. She caught up with him just as he was about to enter the shop and Callum’s shame deepened as his younger brother turned to face Rayla, tears obvious on his cheeks, even at this distance. Callum felt tears of shame and frustration sting his own eyes. Slumping forward, he rested his forehead on the steering wheel, trying to figure out why he had lashed out like that.

Lol, hey, feel free to ask regarding a smut fic! You are privy to my “process”, Konma, so you know how dumb my brain storming sessions are. Even more so when it comes to smut. 😆

But oooh, this scene. Yeah, it was a fun one (for me, not for the characters) because, while Zoom-mates is pretty fluffy silly fantasy as far as modern AUs go, I didn’t want it to be completely conflict free. (Where’s the fun in that?)

Callum and Rayla had had a few disagreements to this point (I wouldn’t call them fights), but I thought it would be interesting to have them argue about how Callum treated Ezran. As someone with a sibling, “fighting” with your sibling is a whole other thing to fighting with pretty much everyone else in your life. I love the brother’s bond in the series and I think they’re certainly one of the healthier siblings I’ve ever seen in fiction, but they certainly do disagree.

Callum’s whole “this is why you don’t have friends” comment at the Cursed Caldera was soooo mean. I loved him for it, because I LOVE his temper, but it definitely showed how he can lash out when he’s upset or frustrated.

So, I thought it would be interesting to have something along those lines in Zoom-mates, to show that 1) Callum still has that temper and 2) Rayla is willing to call him out on being an ass, even if she is his girlfriend. I also wanted to show that she had bonded with Ezran and they have developed their own friendship essentially seperate from her relationship with Callum.

It’s super important to me to have the characters act like themselves in fic, no matter if it’s canon-compliant, canon-divergence or a modern AU as out there as Zoom-mates. So, Harrow being impulsive and not really thinking things through, resulting in Callum getting upset and lashing out, causing Ezran to get upset and run away, and then Rayla to call him out on his shitty behaviour seemed like a fun spin in the setting of the fic.

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[alastor8908]

New fic🙃.

Based on art from one great author.

The pen slides over the paper, displaying letters in a beautiful calligraphic handwriting. The eyes of the writer look wearily at how the sheet is replenished with new letters.

Filling out paperwork... This is what Sevatar hated the most in his work. Well, what's the point of them in the war? The first captain could not understand this (and did not want to). He puts the pen aside and puts his bent hands on the table. After a few seconds, he lowers his head on them and exhales noisily. How difficult everything has become...

The Primarch is now alone with himself and NO ONE dares to disturb him. And so, all the work fell on the unfortunate Sevatar. And recently there was a rumor among the legionnaires that Curze knows about the Raven's presence in the legion. Well, or he guesses. This is another portion of worries and a headache. Sevatar is very worried about his Raven, although he hides it.

Jago would have been sitting in the same position if he hadn't felt someone's hand on his knee. The first thought is to draw a bolter and shoot at the uninvited guest. But it won't work..Sevatar was in a regular military uniform and without weapons. Therefore, he moved away from the huge table, almost falling off the stack of books on which he was sitting, and looked under it.

- You?..- Jago was stunned. Rushal's pale, scarred face stared back at him. - How did you end up here?

The find was very unexpected. Sevatar sat at the table for about three hours and never suspected the presence of anyone. During this time, no one entered the primarch's cabin, so Rushal had been sitting here for a long time ...

The raven did not answer the captain's questions. He only pushed his face into Sevatar's groin without asking permission. Perverted thoughts about the first captain did not leave him in any way, but he was hiding here for another reason. Rushal was afraid. He was afraid that the Night Ghost would find him... It's scary to think what will happen next. And he came for Sevatar looking for protection, support, reassurance.

- Later. I am working. - Sevatar said. He realized that he would not get an answer to his question. He seems to understand... Sevatar's palm rested on Raven's hair and slid down it. Soft, thick.

- Oh, Alastor, me...- Sevatar did not have time, the Raven shut him up with a kiss.

He could wait forever for his captain, but sometimes he wanted to do everything himself. Raven's hands reached for Sevatar's belt, but at the last moment he growled threateningly in a kiss. Iago succumbed and transplanted the raven into his lap. His hands were walking on Rushal's back, hidden by a gray tunic.

Rushal kisses Iago once again and opens his mouth on purpose. Sevatar's tongue penetrates into the wet moist and warm mouth of the partner. He moves chaotically through the oral cavity, licks the palate and gums. Here Sevatar got to what not so long ago was the Raven's language. He caresses this stump and Rushal groans contentedly into a kiss.

The passionate kiss was broken after a few minutes, but that was enough for them. Alastor looked at his captain and his cheeks blushed again. Sevatar did not react to this in any way, just hugged his chick. "This dark blue jacket suits you so well.." - thought Raven and smiled.

So they spent a few more minutes. Jago pulls away and continues to work with documents. Rushal returned under the table. He's calmed down now. Sevatar is near, they will always be together, always safe.

[livesincerely]

!! if it’s not too late for possessive!jack i absolutely love the two abo fics you wrote they’re some of my favs of yours. maybe something set in that universe?

I’m cheating a little because I already have my next a/b/o fic partially written, (and by partially I mean I’m 10k in with no end in sight 🙃) but I hope you enjoy this snippet regardless!

Distinctly rated E, so the rest is under the cut 😉

A few more steps and a brief fumble for the doorknob. Davey hits the mattress with a soft fwump, staring up at him with half lidded eyes, his mouth red and kiss-swollen. Jack crawls on top of him, pressing him down with his bodyweight as he drags his lips over Davey’s cheeks and chin, then dipping lower to nip a fresh mark into his neck.

Davey bares his throat to the attention, moaning, “Jack,” in a rough, needy voice that goes straight to Jack’s dick.

“Clothes,” Jack rumbles against his skin. “Need you naked.”

“You first,” Davey counters, already reaching for the front of Jack’s shirt, clever fingers making quick work of the last few buttons.

Jack shakes himself free of his button up, then grabs a fistful of the t-shirt he’s wearing underneath and pulls it up over his head. Davey’s hands are everywhere immediately, sliding over his shoulders and down his back, then over his hips and along his chest. Jack kisses him to within an inch of his life, needing him, needing to taste him, devour him, and Davey’s scent burns hotter and hotter, coiling thick and heavy in the air.

Jack pushes up onto his knees, yanking at his fly until he can scramble out of his slacks, tossing them away without a care. Then he grabs Davey by the hips and drags him down the bed, right where he wants him, and starts fighting with his belt buckle.

“Jesus, Jack,” Davey says, watching with flushed cheeks as Jack peels his khakis down his thighs then wrestles his sweater over his head, ruffled and rumpled and his. “You… fuck.”

“Smell so fuckin’ good,” Jack pants, lying back down between the open vee of Davey’s legs. “Can’t hardly think through wantin’ you.”

“Come here,” Davey demands, tugging him up. “Come—“

Jack goes willingly, slotting their mouths back together, guiding Davey’s legs back around his waist. Davey groans into his mouth when their cocks align just right, and his heels dig into Jack’s ass, urging him closer, their hips rocking together deliciously.

“Can I…?” Jack starts, desire burning at the base of his spine.

“Yes,” Davey says before he can finish, his chest heaving. “Touch me. Please, touch me.”

The words are barely out of his mouth before Jack leans down and seals his lips over one of his nipples, swirling his tongue until it pebbles up in his mouth. Davey arches up off the bed in response, a soft little whimper falling from his lips as his fingers dig into Jack’s shoulders.

He coaxes another one of those delicious noises out of him, then another, and another, then switches to the other side, teasing and tweaking until Davey’s breaths have gone ragged. Then he asks, “So, how’d you feel about maybe sittin’ on my face?”

Davey’s voice catches in his throat. “Y-yeah?”

“God, yes,” Jack says, reaching down to palm at Davey’s ass, gripping just hard enough that his cheeks spread slightly, the honey-sweet of his arousal saturating the space between them. “Sweetheart, you smell like absolute heaven. I’m fuckin’ dyin’ to get a taste of ya.”

Davey pushes himself up on his knees, biting his lip as he shuffles around. Jack turns over onto his back and as he settles in, he’s quickly convinced that this is the greatest idea he’s ever fucking had: Davey straddles his head, bracing himself against the wall above the bed, and the sight and smell of him is everything. His ass is magnificent in and of itself, but that combined with his hard, leaking cock, his hole furled tight and thighs shiny with slick… It's a testament to what’s left of his patience that he doesn’t just drag him down and ravage him.

Instead he does his best to give him a second to get comfortable, guides his hips slowly into position, then leans up to swipe his tongue right over where he’s wettest. The taste of him is better than he could’ve ever dreamed, just pure essence of Davey and heat and mate and mine, mine, mine, and Jack can’t help the low, guttural sound that tears out of him, deep and possessive.

“Fuck,” Davey swears, a choked off little moan.

Jack teases around Davey’s hole, carefully at first, then more confidently as Davey’s hips start working in tight little circles, his thighs twitching and quivering on either side of his head. He presses back against Jack’s tongue, unintentionally rocking against Jack’s face, and he’s making the sweetest little sounds as Jack works him open, growing slicker and slicker with each flick and thrust.

Jack gets a hand under around one of his thighs, holding him in place, then presses deep inside, sucking gently at his rim. Davey’s hips jerk in his grasp, but Jack just grips him tighter, fucking him open with his tongue.

“Jack,” Davey groans, and there’s a dull thud⁠—his head falling forward to rest against the wall⁠—and the thought that Jack’s eating him out so well that he can’t hold himself up any more is just fuel to the fire. “Oh, god.”

He wants to make his back arch, his toes curl. Wants to make him pant and sigh and scream.

One last sweep of his tongue, then Jack’s pulling away. Davey makes a noise that’s approaching a whine, grinding down as he chases after the lost sensation; Jack reaches up and slips two fingers inside him instead.

“That good for you, sweetheart?” Jack murmurs, biting a hickey into his inner thigh then soothing the sting away with his tongue, fingers working in slow, steady movements.

“More,” Davey pants, strung out and breathless, heat rolling off him in waves. “More.”

Jack’s more than happy to oblige, angling his wrist until he can press in nice and deep, sneaking a few more greedy tastes of Davey’s slick as he works him open. He curls his fingers up, searching, and when Davey’s thighs clench down around him, sudden and squeezing, he knows he’s hit his mark.

“Jack, I’m⁠—”

“Let go for me, Dave,” Jack says, twisting his hand just so, and there’s an infinite moment where everything goes tight, Davey’s body locking up as he hangs on the precipice, then he falls over the edge with a broken cry.

Jack feels his release more than he gets to see it⁠—every shaky inhale, every trembling muscle, every flex and grind, the wet, hot drag of skin and slick, tongue and teeth⁠—but Jesus, they really are gonna kill each other because that was damn near the hottest thing that’s ever happened to him and they’re just getting started.

He rubs his hands over Davey’s thighs, giving them both a minute to catch their breath, then gives him a little pat.

“Lift up?” he asks, and Davey gives a weak grunt but raises his hips enough that Jack can wriggle out from underneath him. “How’re you doin’, sweetheart?”

“Oh, no complaints here,” Davey manages after a moment, brushing his hair out of his face, his glasses sitting askew on the bridge of his nose. Jack’s heart swells at the sight of him. “This is already the best heat I’ve ever had, so I’m feeling pretty fond of you at the moment.”

“Right back at’cha,” Jack murmurs, leaning in to tuck his nose back behind Davey’s ear, getting another whiff of that glorious honeyed-citrus scent, then pressing a kiss to the skin there. “And good, ‘cause we’re just gettin’ started.”

Davey licks his lips, his eyes dark beneath the canopy of his lashes. “How do you want me?”

“Christ, how don’t I want ya?” Jack says, considering every inch of him with hungry eyes. But he manages to get ahold of himself, instead offering, “However’s best for you, Dave.”

Davey tilts his head. “I seem to recall something about ‘fucking me into the carpet’,” he drawls, and Jack’s dick twitches against his thigh, painfully hard. “That offer still on the table?”

Jack swallows. “An’ I remember someone insistin’ on a bed,” he rasps in response. “Seems a shame ta let it go ta waste, especially after we went ta all that trouble.”

“Into the mattress, then,” Davey proposes, and there’s another flash of pink as he runs his tongue over his teeth—the tease of it is flint and tinder beneath Jack’s ribs. “If that’s alright with you, love.”

It’s a miracle he remembers the condom tucked in his wallet, that he manages to find it and roll it on, that he has the strength to do anything except surrender to the heat building inside him. It’s tingling behind his teeth, stitched into his veins, echoing inside his mind:

Davey. Mine.

“An’…” Instinct is clawing at the inside of his chest, thrashing wildly, begging him to reach out and claim the precious offering in front of him, but he has to ask one more time. “An’, you’re sure?”

Davey’s eyes sweep over him, and Jack can almost feel the weight of his gaze, the heat of it, prickling at his skin. He pushes himself up on his hands and lets his legs fall open, revealing slick-soaked thighs, a glossy, pink hole, and a cock that’s already growing hard in anticipation of round two.

“Jack?” he murmurs.

“Yeah?” It comes out rougher than he means it to, his tongue heavy behind his teeth.

“Come here.”

Jack is not equipped to argue with that voice. Not now, possibly not ever.

[sam-glade]

Find the Word Tag

Tagged by the amazing @space-writes here and @dogmomwrites here. Thank you!

And passing the tag to: @sarahlizziewrites @acertainmoshke @autumnalwalker @flowerprose and leaving open tag. Your words are: sun, people, stone, fly.

Looking in The Fulcrum, and yes one of the character's name is '...', as in the absence of sounds. It's an experimental WIP, deal with it🙃

From Space: fall, find, wander, and journey.

FALL

The tall avian ties the raptor’s reins to a smaller trunk and strides off in the direction of the stream. The raptor sniffs the air and scratches at the ground, looking for a smooth area devoid of stones, where it may rest more comfortably. … smiles despite everything. Her own nest tonight won’t be any different, and she feels a wispy tie of camaraderie with the beast - oh, how low she has fallen.

FIND

She looks over her shoulder, the way they came. She wishes more than ever to return to Lornai. She can find her way there; the road is straightforward enough. However, she has no place in the holy city right now. She needs more than the knowledge of the route - she needs to reverse a verdict, to be issued an a’aran or perhaps have her old one returned to her. She needs a way to persuade the Priests to accept her into the chosen clutch.

WANDER

It is late; the stars begin to appear above the city, the Sash bisects the purple sky. The Sky Wanderers outshine it, their glow cold, distracting. Few elongated clouds creep in over the flat horizon, but for the most part the sky is clear — a testament to the fine weather that befits early growth season.

JOURNEY

First things first, the Land Treader warns her that it will take them over a month to reach the nearest Guildhall. She insists that the journey will pass a lot more smoothly if … acts more like an avian from outside the Fracture. …’s neck feathers bristle at that, but eventually she concedes — whatever it takes to speed things up. It begins to sink in that it may take multiple cycles until she sees Lornai again. She clenches her beak in grim resolve.

From Yav: ready, neither, pick, and shove.

READY

She hopes to reach the Apothecary before the Priests’ evocations begin, before avians start going about their day. The Apothecary rises early to prepare fresh salves and potions, to have them ready as soon as they are needed. He is kind and understanding, the Soulless assures herself. He will forgive the wilted herbs and bruised berries which she failed to deliver last night.

NEITHER

“Can you show me the way there, please?” She does as she is told. She offers neither a nod nor a bow, irritated by the coaxing tone. She turns around and traces the shore with her eyes.

PICK

The Apothecary hobbles over to a set of shelves farthest from his usual workstation. He pulls out a box of sheets made from sedge, their edges cracked from use and age. On each one there is a detailed drawing made in black ink, some faded to brown. He flips through them gently but swiftly, the dexterity of his fingers defying his age. He picks one and shows it to the Soulless.

SHOVE

She’s been perfectly obedient — what other choice did she have? She didn’t stop them when they started driving hands into the pouches at her belt, checking each one, shoving her this way and that. She didn’t squirm when one of the Peacemakers dug his fingers into her shoulder hard enough to leave a bruise, holding her in place. She didn’t point out that he didn’t need to.

[revelisms]

okay this is so random but how are you with music when you write and read? like, what goes through your mind if anything because I. cannot. do it. people be all like “oh, I find inspiration through the music I listen to” and “listening to music while I read is so calming/immersive” and I’m just over here feeling alone and unable to understand because my brain literally refuses to focus on writing/reading if there is music on (unless it’s only instruments, in which case despite the fact that it does take a brief adjustment period, my mind manages to just tune it out and focus a good 80% of the time). like, it feels like I’m trying to focus on two stories at the same time if I have music on?? Idk.

Oh this is a great question! I also completely feel you on this. Lyrics can be a big distraction for me, so I have to be fairly intentional about how and why I'm listening to something (especially for doing busy work/editing - I can only listen to white noise or instrumentals for that, otherwise I get too sidetracked 🙃). Oddly, I sometimes like to listen to the audiobook version of something while I'm reading it (I find it helps me pay attention a bit more?), but music during reading is a movie soundtrack or bust.

As for writing with music, that's actually pretty ingrained in my writing process. I find it helps fill in the visual gaps for the scenes I'm trying to paint. In a way, that means it is about the "story" in the song - but it's more my own interpretation/experience of what sensations the music is creating, and less me trying to force the story that the lyrics are actually presenting into the idea I have.

For example - here's two songs I anchored on when I was writing 'like leaves of a lotus' and the final chapter of 'heron blue':

Like Leaves of a Lotus, Francis Wellis - Obviously, this became the fic title (and I suck at titles, so songs often do), but this whole album is an incredibly cinematic, woodsy, soft, and emotional set of instrumentals - just a beautiful artpiece, track to track. This was when I was writing a lot of Powder/early Jinx POV, so I was trying to find something musically that captured a sense of childhood innocence and wonder, and this song just fit the bill. Those first minutes hit me immediately with a sort of Narnia-esque image of old trains in a city, steam and winter, exploration and excitement, but also with this twinge of uncertainty and self-consciousness undercutting it all. That storyline dumped itself basically start-to-finish into the fic: we open on a winter morning in Piltover, Jinx staring out of the windows of a steam carriage and taking in the scenery surrounding her - while throughout the story, there's this emotional thread of her fascination/nervousness that acts as the foil to Silco's stoic façade (which we gradually see through, as she does).

Wrong Crowd (Live in Dublin), Tom Odell - In the other vein, here's a live lyrical track that is eerie, powerful, and in TO fashion (love him) broody and gut-wrenching as hell. I latched onto this for a few reasons when I was writing the final chapter in 'heron blue'. That storyline is all about the resolution of the tension built up in the fic: Jinx starting her baby steps out of Silco's shadow and reuniting with Vi, her sadness and anger bubbling up from years of lost time/lack of answers, and her bitterness. The first thing that hit me here was just the raw build of the instrumentals. This track starts soft and melancholic, musing about the struggles of finding the right person/lover, and launches to a spiteful, self-depricating uproar that hinges on a belting admission: I can't help it, I don't know how / I guess I'll always be hanging around / with the wrong crowd. I heard both Silco and Jinx in this: Silco, the building anger in the piano, resenting Vi's presence and the influence she continues to wield over Jinx, protective and possessive in turns; Jinx, the mounting howl of the vocals, screaming her heart out to be understood by Vi. That had a big impact on the emotional intensity of the scenes, especially the argument Vi and Jinx launch into near the end of the chapter.

So for me, it's more about that initial inspiration/vibe, rather than just having background music on while I'm writing. But in some cases, I will just pop on a character playlist I've curated to tune out while I'm writing them. I find those help to anchor me on "who" the character is, and how they feel - so it's not so much the specific story in the songs in that case, either, but rather what I'm associating with them.

(Interestingly, my Jinx playlist is very linear in how it's structured, so I almost have to listen to specific parts of the playlist to reconnect with those ideas/parts of her character. Silco's, on the other hand, is completely disorganized, which can be a total whiplash to shuffle through. I kind of like that, though - I feel like it throws all the layers of himself on the table, from his younger self to his current regalia, which I find is helpful to capture the complexity of his character when I'm writing his scenes/dialogue).

In any case, all writing processes are different and inspiration can come from a myriad of sources, so you're not missing out if music isn't ticking your box!

[natethenomadallen]

Cars that dreams are made out of 🌌🚀❤️‍🔥 My very first memory of any car was in Gatlinburg Tennessee at a car show where I saw a DeLorean for the first time at 4 years old... When I saw the car was made out of stainless steel it blew my lil mind & made so much sense to me. Why would you bother painting a car when you can make it out of stainless that would last forever? Then when I saw the gullwing doors open I was on a whole new planet 🤯😂😛 At the Guthrie car show I got to see my dream car which I have been lusting over for well over 30 years & plan on acquiring when reach a few more personal goals. I wanted this purchase to mean something more than just an acquisition of four wheels... Sooooo when these other goals come to fruition you'll have an idea 💡🚗💨🌌🎉 A friend of mine named Dylan from the Thunderbird Facebook group met me here in Guthrie at the car show. He had a brilliant white 57 T-Bird and I had my imperial cream 56 parked next to his for the morning. It was wicked cool to see the differences between the two-year models since there was some pretty significant changes: 1) different tail fins 2) different instrument cluster 3) longer trunk 4) no continental tail kit (which was an option in 57 but not common) I left the car show early to pick up my friend Rebecca so we could go have lunch & a cruise with the Sooner Thunderbird Club at Pops in Arcadia 🙂🙃🥳 On the way down south I rolled the odometer over from 29,999 to 30,000 miles... This was the first time that the left two digits on the odometer had changed in over 40 freakin' years 🤯🤯🤯🤯 To celebrate I took the speedometer to over triple digits! The ole Thunderbird was surprisingly smooth at 100 plus aaaand still had a bit more punch left in her. Even more than I had the testicular fortitude to explore with no seat belts or brakes that barely function 😃🤣😱 We had an awesome lunch with the T-Bird Club out on Route 66. Hanging out talking about these cool cars for a few hours was awesome. The guys & gals of this club made my whole day when they made me a framed photo of last time I was out cruising with them even though I wasn't even officially part of the club 🚗💙💨💚🌌💜 (at Pops) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClwW5AtO107/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=