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skribbledarker · 4 months ago
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Cw suggestive/nsfw1?!
Zosan oral fixation WIP idk please go take this while i crawl into a hole and die
i wrote most of this while i was in the ER cause i split my fucking forehead open so dont. be suprised if Zoro’s internal monologue sounds a little bit concussed ok…enjoy
"Moss.”
Zoro fucking jinxed it. “Uh huh?” He looks up, and Sanji is deftly slicing up the fruit into large chunks. The insides are orange, and there’s juice from the cook’s work pooling on the cutting board. It looks messier than it should.
“Try this,” Sanji says, holding up a piece. the liquid drips down his fingers, over the heel of his palm and down his arm where it threatens to soak into the fabric bunched up by his elbows. Jesus Christ.
Zoro swallows and looks away. “Can’t. My hands are wet.”
“Did i fucking ask you to use your hands?” Sanji sounds impatient, and when Zoro turns back around he’s closer, bracing his forearm on the counter to lean forward. “Open up, asshole.”
About a million different (not very appropriate) situations flash through Zoro’s mind, including the awkward exchange in the kitchen a few nights ago— and suddenly, he sees an opportunity, nestled right in Sanji’s thumb and pointer finger.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Zoro leans down. Plucks the fruit from the cook’s fingers with his teeth and pushes it to the inside of his cheek, then licks the juice off of the pad of Sanji’s thumb.
Sanji doesn’t pull back, and Zoro flicks his eyes up to look at the blonde’s face: Watching. Gauging. The fruit is cloyingly sweet, and the cook is staring with an expression Zoro’s never seen before. It takes him a second to realize that Sanji isn’t looking at him— instead, his half-lidded gaze is trained steadfastly on Zoro’s mouth. The notion makes heat turn in the swordsman’s stomach.
Zoro begins moving again, dipping his head to where the liquid slid down onto Sanji’s forearm. He catches it with his tongue, never looking away from the cook’s face as he licks a stripe back up to his palm. Zoro barely catches the soft sound Sanji makes when he takes the man’s fingers into his mouth again; something scarcely audible that rubles low in his throat. Immediately, Zoro wants more, wants to hear Sanji do that again, unabashed and close enough that it rings clear in Zoro’s ears.
“You weren’t kidding,” Sanji finally whispers, after Zoro pulls off with a pop.
Zoro chews the food in his mouth thoughtfully. “Mmm. Too sweet.”
ok shoots myself in the head. Zoro you are fucking weird and a freak (i say again with love) idk soemetjing hand and finger kink ok bye
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idyllghost · 2 months ago
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lol wip posting
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jodstablet · 1 month ago
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Me?! Writing something canon-compliant?! It’s less likely than you think.
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aurorawritestoescape · 2 months ago
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Wip Thursday
Thank you for the tags, lovelies @itwasntimethatdidit40 @sawymredfox 😘 To be honest I’ve been down in the dumps these days and writing wasn’t easy but I do have a snippet for anyone interested. It’s for Writing through the seasons challenge, hosted by two wonderful people @sizzlingcloudmentality and @guiltyasdave 💞 I’m behind the deadline, sorry, but I hope to post it soon♥️
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The beautiful moodboard, created by Daphne and Jana 😍
Tw: 18+ minors do not interact
You dream of summer and Joel. He’s lying in the backyard, right on the grass, waiting for you with his arms open, and you fall into his embrace like it’s the warmest ocean. He rolls you on your back, pinning you with his comforting weight, and kisses you. It’s a hot day and your back dampens with sweat, but you don’t squirm under him, don’t show a trace of discomfort. There isn’t any. You revel in the heat of the sun over your heads, in the warmth of Joel’s body close to you, big and strong, caging you against the soft grass.
A wave of heat rises deep inside your core, when Joel’s hand slides between your bodies and he cups your pussy over your clothes. His thick fingers, confident but gentle, start massaging your folds, and you moan into his mouth, slowly melting into your underwear. You break the kiss, and, wishing to see his dear face, flutter your eyes open.
Instead of Joel, a bright orange light appears in front of you, but it’s not the summer sun you’ve been dreaming about. The burning fireplace blinds you for a second and, startled by its intensity, you jerk.
“Shhh, baby, it’s ok.”
Npt 🌸 @milla-frenchy @toxicanonymity @iamasaddie @604to647 @sizzlingcloudmentality @arcanefox207 @evolnoomym @joelmillerisapunk @thundermartini @corazondebeskar @kewwrites @sunshineispunk @tateypots @yxtkiwiyxt sorry if you’ve already done it and I missed it❤️
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arcanefox207 · 5 months ago
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WIP Wednesday Thursday
Thank you for the tags @joelmillerisapunk @schnarfer @aurorawritestoescape @itwasntimethatdidit40 @strang3lov3 @iamasaddie @evolnoomym @milla-frenchy
Sooo many tags this week (🥹), I HAD to give you guys something special. Please enjoy a very rough sneak peek from Part 6 of The Wolf You Feed:
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He pressed his hips into you as he looked down at your back, settling himself between your legs. His hands grabbed your hips and he lined up with your entrance, taking his time. Relishing in your shared bodies once again. His fingertips kneaded you gently, holding tightly. Afraid if he let go he would lose you again.
He slid a hand up your spine, pushing you down the closer he got to your shoulders, urging you to relax while he held you up at your hips. Your fingers curled into the fur carpet as his cock nudged you. 
Oh, how you missed it.
Facing the window, the world looked so different. A black mirror reflecting only the shimmer of the falling snow catching the light from the fire. It was quiet, calming and isolated. For this moment, all that mattered was you and him.
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Also side note... I am really blown away that it has over 5,000 hits on AO3! I know it's just a silly number, but every single like / reblog / comment / kudos / ask with this fic makes my heart so fucking happy. Thank you ALL for your love and support. It just motivates me to want to write more and hope you all enjoy it. Love you 🧡🧡🧡
NP Tags: @guiltyasdave @hellishjoel @djarinmuse @inept-the-magnificent @slimybeth69
@almostfoxglove @penvisions @frannyzooey @wheresarizona @exquisiteserotonin
Divider thank you to the lovely @saradika (also tagging you!)
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sarawritestories · 1 year ago
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DarkSide of Prythian WIP
Here are some quotes from some of the requests for the Darkside of Prythian "series" I'm working on! Thank you all who submitted a request, my sweet, unhinged little Readers 🤭 I'm going to try to post one of these request once maybe twice a week some of these I imagine are going to be Loooooonnnng so bear with me as I work through them! Alright, enough rambling below the cut is the goods! These are subject to change once I get deep into writing but a treat none the less!
Content warning: Our leading ladies are all tied down and / or silenced in some capacity In these sneak peeks. There is mentions of slipping drugs in food and alluding to mind control.
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I Can See You
Stalker Az X Fem Reader
You were the most beautiful creature the shadowsinger had ever seen. Even with tears sliding down your face; your panties stuffed in your mouth held in place by a shadow wrapped around your head. The Spymaster wouldn't want to disturb your neighbors after all. That wouldn't be Polite.
And Azriel was always polite.
You Belong To Me
Dark Cassian X Mated Fem Reader
You tugged at the bonds, keeping you in the chair when rough calloused hands gripped your cheeks tightly, "You are my mate, You belong to me." You whimpered as he placed a chaste kiss on your lips, "By the end of the week, you will accept the bond." He whispered as he released his grip on your face and scooped up a bite of food with a fork. You pressed your lips together, not wanting to accept any food from the general. "You need to eat," he tried to reason. You shook your head, and frustration coated the male's features as he quickly pinched your nose. "Open." He commands with a lethal calm that caused a shiver down your spine that you did what he asked. Not wasting a second, he placed the utensil in your mouth and began to feed you.
The food was delicious. You hated to deny it, but you were so hungry you didn't think twice about whether your fated mate laced it with anything.
To Be Mine...Forever
Dark Azriel X Reader (Rhys' Sister)
Azriel smiled at you, his eyes had a dangerous look to them as his hand grazed down the lace of your gown. Your wedding gown,"You are a vision, in white, my love. I'm sure the heir of Autumn would have loved you in it." You cried out muffled as he had wrapped your veil through your teeth, not wanting to hear your protests. The chains on your wrist rattled as you tried to lunge for him. He gripped your face, "Don't be a brat, I'm freeing you from the lowley confines of the Autimn court. You were never meant to be there. To be with him." He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead as your eyes brimmed with tears not finding comfort by his touch, "You were meant to be mine... Forever." He pulls the veil from your lips only to seal his lips to yours.
My Best Friends Girl
Dark Rhysand X Azriel's Mate (fem Reader)
A hand clamped over your mouth, jolting you awake. Your eyes met familiar violet ones as Rhysand pressed a finger to his own lips. "Shhh shh shh, It's only me, baby." He whispered, and your heart rate slowed to a normal pace. Your eyes shifted over to the Illyrian beside you. Azriel still sounded asleep in your bed, though his shadows were swirling, trying to wake him up. "Look at me, Pretty girl." Your eyes moved back to your high lord, his hand still around your mouth. "I'm going to take you away from here. Would you like that?" Would you like that? Your body screamed that it was wrong? Though your mind kept repeating:
Stay with the High Lord he will keep you safe.
Rhys, knowing your pretty little head was heavy nodded it for you with the hand pressing down on your lips, accepting his offer to steal you away, to free you. To keep you safe.
SongBird
Modern Mafia AU Cassian X Fem Reader
Cassian's men strapped you to the leather chair, and you struggled to no avail as the leather straps cinched your skin to the chair. The man had a smug look on his face as he sat at the stool a sucker in his mouth, a tattoo gun in his gloved hand. Your breathing became labored. "What are you going to do with that?" You asked.
He pulled the candy out of his mouth and smiled, "Claiming what's mine, My sweet Songbird." You opened your mouth to protest, but instead, the sweet taste of cherry hit your tongue as Cassian shoved the sucker he was eating in your mouth. You instantly closed your mouth on the candy as the sound of the machine rang through the room, and he began tattooing your outer thigh.
Not caring that he was writing, "Property of Cassian," permanently on your skin, you simply hummed thinking about your love for cherry flavored things.
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deadly-diminuendo · 5 months ago
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WIP Thursday
Thank you to @vividiana, @amoremagnificentbastard and @roguishcat for the tags over the past couple of days! 🥰 Not much new this week since I was travelling, but here is a tiny taste of upcoming oneshot featuring my tiefling Tav and (of course) Astarion!
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A Fitting Reunion Chapter 3 will more likely than not be the next thing out, but I'm also working on this one plus one other smutty oneshot! 😊
No pressure tags: @verbenaa @strixamans @inkymoonbunny @pinkberrytea @nerdallwritey @preciouslittlebhaalbae @xxnashiraxx @honeybee-bard @spacesunderstairs @khywren @bardic-inspo @obsessedwhyyes + anyone else who would like to share! ❤️
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evolnoomym · 2 months ago
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🌙Welcome to Wip Thursday🌙
Thank you for the tags @iamasaddie @strang3lov3 @pedrospookie @beardedjoel @mountainsandmayhem 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
I had a new idea (yes another one🫠) after once again being very disappointed by men. So this is essentially OC x Grandpa!Joel, but he’s not her actual grandpa (I have to admit, I thought about making him her real grandfather but I’m still a little coward so I’m not going there yet).
Anyway OC calls him that since she has no biological Grandfathers anymore and Joel fills that spot perfectly(😜).
I only have a tiny snippet, but I hope some of y’all will enjoy this 😈
(And some pictures)
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“Don’t worry pretty baby. If ya want Grandpa can make sure your little cunny is alright? Huh, you want your Pops to feel you up and take care of that needy little snatch? Go ahead, spread those legs and show me what’s mine!”
Npt: @taeslarityy @joelmillerisapunk @joelsdagger @magpiepills @missredherring @mrs-hardy-hunnam-butler-pascal @jolapeno @ohhoneypascal @stellamarielu @hauntedhowlett @chaotic-mystery @mushgloomz @beefrobeefcal @noxturnalnymph @always-andromeda @grogusmum @sunshineispunk @slimybeth69 @schnarfer @sp00kymulderr @gutsby @megangovier @itsokbbygrlbutworsethistime @gothcsz @punkshort @aurorawritestoescape @milla-frenchy @cosmic-kid-in-motion @kiwiharrykiwi @604to647 @cavillscurls @mrsmando @pedropeach @moonlitbirdie @encasedinobsidian @jeewrites @ovaryacted @ace-turned-confused @sawymredfox @ozarkthedog @toxicanonymity (and anyone who sees this may also feel tagged🫶🏻)
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milla-frenchy · 7 months ago
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WIP wednesday thursday
Thank you for tagging me, @sunshineispunk @mermaidgirl30, @mountainsandmayhem @604to647 @sawymredfox ❤️🙏
Same fic from last week
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He put his hand on your bare thigh while he was driving. As if you were his. His possessiveness made your core throb and you squeezed your thighs together, trying in vain to ease the tension you were feeling.
“Oh, baby… need it bad, uh? Don't worry, my place ain’t far. Now, be a good girl, and put your hand between your legs.”
You looked at him, surprised and even more aroused.
“You need some release, don’t you?”
You nodded and did as he said, you were here for it after all, and his dominant and confident tone was exactly what you craved. You slid your hand between your thighs, down to your soaked panties.
“Two fingers. You can take them, I know you're droolin’.”
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fic's here 🙏
npt: @aurorawritestoescape @iamasaddie @toxicanonymity @itwasntimethatdidit40 @schnarfer
@thundermartini @corazondebeskar @baronessvonglitter @alltheirdamn @magneticecstasy
@iknowisoundcrazy @morallyinept @ace-turned-confused @pascalssbabyy @arcanefox207 and whoever wants to ❤️
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girlwithadragonheart · 8 months ago
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WIP Thursday
Halsin x Fem!Reader
“You remind me of a willow tree,” Halsin said, his deep voice cutting through the noise in your mind. “Strong, but flexible. A willow bends in the fiercest storms to withstand it but never breaks. It sways with the wind, rooted deeply in the earth, steady and enduring. You are like that---resilient. Even when the world presses against you, you bend, you adapt. But your roots remain strong.”
His thumb brushed over your cheeks, wiping your tears gently. His voice was quiet, but filled with warmth. You found yourself unable to tear your gaze away from him as he speaks, your mind stilling to his gentle tone.
“And yet, like the willow, there is a softness to you, a grace. The way you move, the way you face life’s challenges with quiet strength… it reminds me of the branches that gently sweep the ground, giving shelter and peace to those who need it.”
He paused, his eyes meeting yours as he gathered you against his chest, cradling you like a mere babe.
“But you are also like the forest,” he continued, his tone shifting as though he were speaking of something sacred. Perhaps it was sacred to him. Perhaps you were sacred. “Vast, full of life, ever-changing.” He said, standing with you as though you weighed nothing. “There is a wildness to you. Something untamed and beautiful. The forest does not seek to control or be controlled; it simply exists in harmony with itself, with all its seasons and cycles. Like the forest, you have a depth that cannot be easily understood---mysteries, strength, and a wild spirit that draws others in. You are captivating.”
He pressed his forehead to yours, green eyes filled with sincerity. “In the forest, there is peace, but there is also power. You hold both within you. Like the trees that grow tall and proud, and the earth that nourishes all, you are a source of strength for others, even when you don’t see it.” His voice was barely over a whisper. This was meant for your ears only, to soothe your mind alone. “And like the forest, you are ever-growing. You change with the seasons of your life, becoming something new, something more, while still holding the essence of who you are.”
Halsin’s gaze lingered on you, as if he saw not just your present self, but the many versions of you that had come before and those still to come. “You are the willow---graceful, strong. And you are the forest---wild, deep, and full of life. Both are beautiful, in their own ways, just as you are,” he said softly. “You are far more complex than the drunks of this city like to think, and more beautiful than the sun filtering through autumn leaves.”
You heard everything he told you and everything he didn’t. You heard him say that you were worth more than just your beauty and your body. You were worth more than what they made you out to be. And you knew now. You knew he could see you for what you truly were. For what you always had been.
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kinardsevan · 11 months ago
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wip Thursday
tagged by the effervescent @perfectlysunny02, and in the same vein as them, don't I have a million WIPs? Yes, yes I do. But also, I mentioned this idea last week. And... well... oops? (And it's entirely their fault because of the violence they chose with THEIR teaser today.)
Alas, I give you unnecessary, momentary, legendary (working title)
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Tommy wasn’t supposed to be here. That’s all he could think about; he wasn’t supposed to be here. 
He’d had a full day of plans while Evan was on shift. He was supposed to stop by Harbor and pick up a package he’d had shipped there and forgot to bring home the night before. He was supposed to have lunch with Howie and Jee-Yun. He was supposed to swing by the 118 and swap keys with Evan because something was going on with the Rubicon’s engine. He was supposed to spend the afternoon figuring out if it was going to be an easy fix or not. Evan would be home before sunset. 
He wasn’t supposed to be here. 
Except, Evan was back at work after being down with a nasty virus for the past few days, and the only thing that had really been helping him feel better was the honey citrus tea from their favorite café. It wasn’t even a drink that his boyfriend cared for that much, but Tommy had introduced it to him the first time he’d gotten sick a few months into their relationship, and it had been a game changer for him. It wasn’t a cure by any means, but it definitely helped. 
He wasn’t supposed to be here. 
“Natalie?” He croaks out her name, leaning half up off of the tile floor, hand pressed into his abdomen next to his hip. He can’t see her behind the glass casing that contains the pastries, and she hasn’t said anything in a few minutes. The higher he tries to sit himself up, the more pain shoots down his side. “Nat!?” 
It takes more than a few seconds, but eventually—too long—he hears the sound of what he assumes is broken glass shifting on the floor. A small whimper. 
“T-Tommy?” 
“Nat?” He calls back, turning his head towards the back of the counter again. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” 
She doesn’t respond, but then he sees the familiar flurry of jello-red hair appear from behind the pastry case, and then she’s climbing over the counter, her combat boots crunching glass on the floor as she moves towards him. Tommy looks up at her, his paramedic skills immediately kicking in as he takes her in. 
She’s got a cut on her forehead and her hands are bleeding—he assumes from all the broken glass. There’s a slash across her forearm where the knife got her, bleeding pretty decently. His eyes trail down to the side of her apron, the stain spreading across it and her jeans. She’s bleeding from somewhere on her leg. His gaze drifts to the counter and the streak of blood coming across it where she crawled over. 
“N-Nat, we gotta call the cops,” he tells her warily. 
“What if he comes back,” she asks anxiously, her voice shaking as tears come down her face. She sinks to the ground next to him, ignorant of the glass on the ground around him. 
Tommy shakes his head at her, digging into his pocket with blood-coated fingers, fumbling his phone when his fingers come into contact with it. He pulls it out as he looks back up at her. 
“You gave him everything, right,” he asks her. “Didn’t fight?” 
“No,” she sobs, leaning over him. “God, Tommy, I’m so sorry.” 
He shakes his head at her, reaching for one of the napkin holders knocked onto the floor nearby. 
“I’m just glad you’re okay,” he tells her. He keeps flashing hot and cold, and he can feel himself getting clammy. He tries to focus his attention on his phone, dialing the number into it. 
“Tommy, you’re bleeding,” she cries. 
“I’m fi-…fine,” he stammers, slumping back against the floor. “We’re fine.” 
“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” 
“5943 Ventura Boulevard,” he rattles off. “This is off-duty Rescue 1701 out of Harbor Station, I need to be transferred to Maddie Buckley.” 
“Just a moment sir.” The line clicks off for all of ten seconds, and then clicks back on. 
“9-1-1, this is Maddie Buckley speaking,” her voice comes back. There’s just the slightest hitch of anxiety in her voice, like she knows being routed to personally isn’t normal. 
“Maddie,” he rasps, squeezing his eyes shut tightly, trying to get the tears out of them. 
“Tommy,” she replies, her voice suddenly flooded with panic. “What’s going on? Is Evan- a-are you- is Howie-…” 
“They’re fine,” he chokes out. “B-but, I need RA and police. S-Stabbing at the café.” 
His head drops back against the floor, and he can feel his vision getting fuzzy. He looks over at Natalie. She looks even more panicked than she did before. His gaze drifts down to where his other hand is. Blood is completely coated over his fingers. 
“N-Nat, I need you to use your apron to apply pressure,” he rasps. 
“Stabbing?! Tommy where are you,” Maddie cries from the other end of the line. Tommy rattles the address off to her again. 
“D-dont send Evan,” he rasps at her. “God, he can’t find me. You hear me, Maddie? Don’t send him. Do not let him see me like this.” 
She hiccups a cry on the other end of the line, and there are hushed voices clearly trying to get her off the line, but she speaks clearly enough that Tommy hears when she growls ‘no’ back at whoever is trying to get her to hand the call off. 
“You know I love him, right,” he continues. Natalie presses her apron into his side then and he can’t help the cry that falls out of his mouth. “F-fuck. M-Maddie?” 
“I know,” she cries. “Stay with me, Tommy. Don’t hang up on me.” 
He nods letting his head rest back against the floor. 
“No, come on, Tommy,” Natalie cries, pressing harder into his wounds. “Come on. Stay awake.” 
“Trying,” he murmurs, looking around the floor. “I-I, I want to marry him, you know,” he tells Maddie. “He just walked into my life like- like he was always supposed to be here. And I thought I’d lost out on my chance by taking too long to figure my shit out. Fuck, Nat. Yeah, that’s good, keep pushing down.” 
“He talks about you being it for him all the time,” Maddie replies. He can tell she’s crying. “Keeps telling me that he thinks you’ll be a great dad.” 
Tommy lets out a small laugh and then groans at the wave of pain that shoots across his abdomen and stomach. 
“I wasn’t sure, before him,” he replies, letting his eyes slip shut. The phone starts to sag in his hand, but the cry of Natalie’s voice and sudden, sharp pressure on his side has his eyes shooting open again. “Fuck, okay. Okay.” He swallows hard, taking a breath. “B-but if anyone could convince me that we could do it together, it’s him.” 
Maddie hiccups another sob. “I’ve watched him lose one relationship after another, think what he’s holding onto is the right one while knowing it isn’t. But I never said anything because I was just his sister, you know? And I know you said he walked into your life, but you spun into his with a literal hurricane and I’ve never seen him… I don’t even know, Tommy. This settled? Happy? Secure?” 
“H-he deserves it,” Tommy rasps, his head lolling back and eyes getting heavier. 
“Damn it, Tommy, come on,” Natalie cries. “Stay awake, please.” 
“s’getting harder,” Tommy slurs. “Maddie, I love him. So much more than I’ve ever loved anyone else. Want him more, dream about him more, choose him more. My life begins and ends at Evan Buckley.” The tears swimming in his eyes finally slip down the side of his face, his vision tight now, and extremely hazy. 
“Tommy, stay with me,” Maddie cries. Her voice seems farther away now. “The ambulance is so close. Please?” 
“Tell him I love him more than anything else,” he replies, coughing out another groan. “That I choose him. Every day, all the time. I pick him.” He pauses for a moment, his eyes too heavy to open back up. “I love you, Evan.” 
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call-me-chips · 1 month ago
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Keep missing those damn Wip Wednesdays, so here's a dean :3
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baronessvonglitter · 3 months ago
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Wip Thursday
thank you to @604to647 @joelmillerisapunk @probablyreadinsmut
@milla-frenchy for the tags! 🎆
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So this week I've started a couple new projects, the first one will probably be out much sooner. I present to you:
Just a Ride ~ dbf!Dave York x f!Reader (Dave agrees to be your SOS call when a date goes bad, and he gives you a ride home)
"You know you can always count on me to be there for you, no matter what."
"Thank you." You place your hand lightly on his knee, a touch meant, at first, to be of the friendly sort, but in the dark of this vehicle you feel the spark of something more.
"You don't have to thank me," Dave deflects. "I would do anything to keep you safe." True, he'd felt a jolt of electricity at your unexpected touch, and his heart rate sped up momentarily. His mind races with a mixture of unexpected feelings.
"You always look out for everyone, Dave.. who looks out for you?" You watch him as he drives, see his handsome silhouette in the city lights. He's chuckling now, caught off guard by your question. The truth is, he's so used to being the protector that he often neglects his own needs and feelings.
also... meet pornstar!Joel living in your neighborhood (gasp!)
"Do you really expect me to believe that Joel Miller, our neighbor of three years, who we've invited to our backyard barbecues and who attends church with us on a weekly basis.. is a porn star??" you ask Corinne with utter incredulity.
"I have proof." She searches through her phone and flips it over for you, showing you a screenshot. It's a picture of a woman's bare butt (you give Corinne a deadly look) as she's on all fours, and a man's hand on her hips. Corinne zooms in on the hand, tapping where the tattoo is seen. 
"See? He has that same bullseye tattoo as Joel."
this one is gonna be a doozy folks. I might even do a deep dive into the Industry because we're also getting a little slice of life from Joel's POV so stay tuned y'all!
Bye, love you.....
NPT: YOU, BABY! If you see this you are tagged. Unconditionally.
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bg3mazewanderer · 4 months ago
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WIP Th…sssaturday?
I know it’s way, way, way too late but thank you for tagging me on WIP Thursday @dez78 !!
Here’re some of my current durgestarion wip.
Feral Durge (plus Steelclaw and Squire)
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Astarion. Gotta love his hip-tilting pose.
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aurorawritestoescape · 7 months ago
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Wip Wednesday Thursday
Thank you for the tags, friends @milla-frenchy @sunshineispunk @sawymredfox @mermaidgirl30 @604to647 💕💕💕💕💕
Today I’d like to share a snippet of the story that @milla-frenchy and I are working on. We’re going to post it for Dead Dove December, hosted by @romana-after-dark ❤️
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18+ mdni, smut, non con
Joel gets up from the chair and when you try to close your legs he yanks you to the edge again, pushing his hips between your thighs. He slowly unbuckles his belt with one hand and unzips his suit pants.
“I thought about asking you out on a date, honey. Making you my girlfriend.”
He chuckles and pulls his boxers down. His cock springs free and you feel even more scared if it’s even possible. His manhood is huge, long and thick, bigger than your ex boyfriend’s for sure. He holds it at the base and continues,
“Could be nice. You, waiting for me at home, greeting me with a home-cooked meal and a wet pussy.”
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Npt💖 @corazondebeskar @kewwrites @noceurous @tateypots @quaritchscupquake sorry if you’ve done it already 🌺
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a-chimaera · 25 days ago
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WIP Wedn... Thursday
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I have a few WIPs cooking right now, not all of them are related to Rogue Trader, but here I'll stick to the RT ones. WIP 1: My most advanced for now is an official portrait of Violet Von Valencius for the upcoming DLC:
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And two more WIPs under the cut!
WIP 2: A reflexion on Violet's augmentics. I have already detailed them in a previous post but I'll probably delete it and create a better one, one of these days :
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WIP 3: And the very beginning of a Heinrix pledging his allegiance to Violet :
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