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When you want to show an emotion instead of naming it
When dialogue alone feels flat
When you need subtext (what they won’t say out loud)
When two characters feel differently than the words they’re speaking
When you want to make a scene more sensory and grounded
Are they really calm, or is their foot tapping like a warning signal?
Are they truly angry, or is it just the way their jaw tightens when they’re hurt?
Are they saying “I’m fine,” but refusing to meet anyone’s eyes?
Body language adds layers. It tells the truth when your characters won’t. It can add to the rage bubbling on their lips, letting the reader know when they're just about to blow up.
Use it intentionally, and your scenes will read less like conversations on a stage and more like real people breathing on the page.
𝐀/𝐍 ➳ I’m back and I will never abandon this app ever again. Life was AWFUL when I stopped writing lmao.
𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 or I’ll whoop your ass
𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄 (riding/cowgirl)
Absolutely loves it when you ride him. He needs you on top of him at all times so he can stare at your tits all night. Only downside about this position is that he NEVER lasts long. How could he when he’s got the chance to swirl your nipples in his mouth.
PACE ➳ He always makes sure that you ride him nice and slow. Nothing too crazy because he doesn’t want to cum too fast. Your tight walls clenching around him as you slowly move up and down. The way you clench extra hard when you reach the tip because you know it makes him shiver.
BONUS ➳ he HAS to nut in you because of his breeding kink. He just wants to prepare you for the future incase y’all decide to have kids.
𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 (backshots + pronebone + anything that’ll get him to see that ass)
He’s sick and tired of all the attitude you give him while he’s on the job, so he’ll definitely make sure you pay for that shit later. He’ll let it slide, making you think you’ve gotten away with your bratty attitude earlier. But later in the night, he’ll get you when you least expect it. He’ll pin you down on your stomach and force you not to move. This man will talk you through it ALL.
PACE ➳ Fast strokes cause he just can’t help himself. It drives him crazy knowing that he can’t fuck you while he’s on the job.
He’ll also put you in a headlock, forcing you to apologize after talking shit all damn day. Makes it his sole mission to make you cum at least three times. The night ain’t over unless he gets what he wants…
Lastly, he will never NOT cum in you. At the end of the day, he needs to know that you belong to him and ONLY him.
BONUS ➳ On the days that it’s too risky to fuck, then he’ll make you get on your knees and give him head. Ropes of spit dripping down your chest as he fucks your mouth. Pushes your head down and makes you swallow all of his nut without spitting that shit out. He just wants to fix that smart ass mouth you got.
𝐓𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 (missionary)
That goofy persona of his disappears the second he gets you in bed. He needs to kiss you as he gets deeper inside of you. This is his favorite position because he gets the chance to kiss you all over the place. Neck kisses, cheek kisses, jaw kisses, hand wrapped around your throat, etc. The sound of your moans turn him on so fucking much he just can’t get enough of you.
PACE ➳ moderate. Not too hard or fast. Slow enough to where y’all can both see it go in and out.
BONUS ➳ if he’s feeling bold enough, then he’ll put your legs on his shoulders and dig into you. He’ll rock his hips up and down to hit your sweet spot. Or if he’s feeling REALLY bold then he’ll press his hand on your lower stomach and fuck you til your gushing all over him.
𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 (spooning)
He’s a big softie so he doesn’t want to do anything that could hurt you. Rubs your clit with soft, tiny circles as he’s digging in you from the side. Squeezes the FUCK out of your titties. Got his hand on your throat as he kisses your neck too.
PACE ➳ DANGEROUSLY slow strokes that got you begging for him. Chokes you even harder when he’s ready to go faster.
𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐍 (backshots)
Loves seeing that ass jiggle as he fucks you. Pushes you down into the bed to fuck you even harder. He ain’t done unless he got you screaming and shaking. Makes it his sole mission to make sure you can’t walk after this. Your raspy moans and get louder as he thrusts deeper inside you.
PACE ➳ a rough but steady rhythm. Keeps his grip extra tight on your hips to make sure you ain’t going nowhere.
BONUS ➳ He’ll certainly make you work for your nut. He’ll force you to throw that ass back on him when he knows you’re desperate to cum.
Warnings: 18+ Readers Only, Sexual Situations, Explicit Language, PWP, Unprotected PIV (wrap your willies!), Car Sex, Outdoor Sex, (light) Dirty Talk
About: Ledger lets the bed of his truck down for the two of you. (Word Count: 1.3k)
Ledger’s truck was the stage for many bumbling, unforgettable firsts in your relationship. A nose-bumping first kiss, the taste of tequila and lime juice from Ward’s, sugared sweet from the remnants of shot glasses and the words he breathed in your ear just moments before. The memory of your skin’s scent, saturated in body butter, seemed to seep in the cracks of well-loved leather cushions and into his head, mesmerizing him the very first night he picked you up for a date. That first ‘I love you’ that slipped out amid deep belly laughs, promised between breaths, a confession that would become routine as you entered and exited his passenger side.
Tonight is the first time Ledger takes you to the place he visits to clear his mind. He had parked on one of the hills surrounding his unfinished estate, the two of you arriving minutes shy of sunset. The sky, set ablaze with hues of crimson and maroon lay a backdrop to the trees and mountains that stood tall in the distance.
“I got somethin’ to show you.” He clicks off his seatbelt and yours, almost bolting to the back of the truck. He honored you with a set up that brought you butterflies, you spot a bouquet of peonies and roses as you rounded the car with him.
Layers of sheets and pillows that were detergent-soft and a six pack of hard cider placed in the back of his pickup truck, lie askew from fevered movements. The bright orange painted metal bounced on its hinges, mirroring the sensuous rhythm shared between you.
Your thighs spread wide over his lap, muscles flexing with each languid roll of your hips. Unabashed moans and grunts rang out into the open air around you as you rode him. The evening breeze gave way to heat festering at your center, whispering along your exposed shoulders and wrapping around you.
Your shrug was long discarded in the backseat, flung haphazardly when you and your boyfriend kissed like adolescents discovering the wake of desire. It was surprising to you that you made it to back of his truck, with Ledger’s hands pulling at your clothing before you could catch your breath, the anticipation of what was next leaving your bodies buzzing.
The smacking sound of bare skin atop skin joined the cacophony of mewls rivaling the hum of nature around them. Ledger had removed his jeans and briefs, then yanked apart the panties you wore, snapping them apart beneath your skirt. You could barely protest as his next move was to rut up into your slippery folds, effectively stealing your breath away.
“Fuck,” Ledger’s voice dragged out the vowel in the expletive, blue-green eyes flitting up from where you two connected to your face. Your eyes fluttered closed, lip taut between your teeth until a particular snap of your hips pulled them apart with gasp.
“Ugh, Daddy!” He grunted in response. The nickname stumbled from your mouth before you could realize it, as it only left you once before this night. You remembered how it spurred him to fuck you harder, as if he had to showcase his title. Ledger took pride in taking care of you in all arenas of your relationship, lovemaking no different.
Your nails bit into his shoulders, impromptu handlebars for you as you continue to grind down on him. “So fuckin’ pretty riding this dick,” he gritted from beneath you, his neck cording from the feeling of your walls clenching around around him. Your chest and cheeks warmed underneath the praise, “You feel so good, baby,” you shot back.
“Yeah? How good?” He breathed, his hands kneading the flesh at the junction of your hip and thighs. Ledger lay back against the pallet he created, watching your body curl with each wind of your hips. The sight of your arousal gathering around the base of him, milky white, sheathed his groin generously, making it easier for you to reach that spot.
“So good…” you whined, “M’so full, baby.”
You had to adjust to his size the first time you had sunk down, his size all-consuming as he broke you in inch by tormenting inch.
His eyes—eyes that always found themselves in trouble—glossy and blown so much you could barely see his irises, did not migrate from you. Curves backlit by warm light eclipsed the sun setting from his view, a feast for his sight and touch, taste the next sense he dreams of exploring.
Calloused hands give your waist a squeeze before roaming up your torso to thumb at the bralette marking the barrier between himself and your bare peaks. A wave of pleasure crashed into you as Ledger’s grips tightened, guiding you in an up and down motion over his length. The redirection had your head spinning as the change of pace brought you closer to the brink of your climax.
“Shit…you’re soaking me darlin’…” His mouth nearly watered with instinct the way you wet his lap, reminded of the other times he has tasted you on his leather seats. Your movements faltered as sweet heat began to unfurl from the soles of your feet to the crown of your head.
Your voice broke off into a whine when his tattooed arms wrapped themselves around your middle. He planted his feet to the floor of the truck and thrust his hips upwards. You fall forward at once, clinging to his skin with sweat, some of which he licks off your collar. He wanted to get lost in you, in your scent and how you tasted, disheveled and needy for his dick.
It is with shaky forearms on either side of his head you hold yourself up. He lands an obscenely wet kiss on your lips as you tumble face to face. He nudged up once more, deeper this time, and your body quaked with the intensity of your approaching orgasm.
“You can take it, baby. I know you can,” His voice is gruff in your ears and thick with his own desire. He sets an unrelenting pace beneath you, holding tight to your waist with each stroke. You are unable to move, thighs shaking and body clenching around the source of your torture.
“Y-yes! Yes! Don’t—don’t stop.” You whimper, holding on tight to the sheets below. Ledger has his face inside your neck, sponging the sensitive skin there with kisses. He was deep in your stomach at this angle, the feeling filling you with flutters and dreams too soon for now. Until then, you let him pull you apart at the seams, a gentle cry and your seizing body letting him know you have hit your limits.
“That's it. That's my girl." Ledger moaned with a coaxing smack to your ass cheek.
He eased you through your orgasm, hands massaging your waist as spurts of wetness coat his lap. Another deep, sweltering kiss pulls you back into reality, where tension is bubbling over between you. You hiss through the overstimulation of Ledger’s thrusting, the erratic rhythm letting you know he was close. Looking down and seeing his chiseled face slackened with ecstasy had you clamping down on him.
“You want me to fill you up, hm? I could feel you beggin’ for it.” The familiar pulse of him inside you and his groans growing in volume were signs of his own release. His hands smoothed over your ass, spreading as he pistoned inside you. You could barely answer coherently, babbling what you hoped sounded like, “I want it, Daddy. Make me feel it, please, please.”
“Damn, baby,” White flashed behind Ledger’s eyes as he began to spill inside you in hot spurts. His face returns to your neck, laving along it while his body tightens beneath you with the strength of his orgasm. He holds you as he rides out his high, hips twitching, finishing with a satisfied groan.
You remain in place, leaving soft pants near the other's ear for a minute. When you do raise up, he’s on you again, covering your chest in open-mouthed kisses.
“You just can’t get enough, can you?” You say, squealing when nips at one of your peaks through your lace bralette. He gets ready to peel the layer off and chuckles.
“Never.” Ledger replies, easing you down on the duvet beneath you.
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IDK this was just sumn sweet for the grown folk, ok! Thank you so much for reading. <3
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