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I haven’t been active on this blog for over a month now and i really don’t see that changing. I thought about deleting this blog all together, but i’m going to leave it up so that my writing can be enjoyed by those who wish to get pleasure out of it. Thanks for the good times xx

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Can you write for his new characters? For Charlie heller and Doug Kelly

hiya! Sorry - this blog is inactive.

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Omg please #59 from the smut dialogue prompts for Josh. I need more of him in my life 😩😩😩

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That’s how you felt.

Josh had you on your shared bed, face up with your legs spread obscenely wide. You weren’t totally undressed, he had left you in a comfy bralette (who says sexy has to be fancy?) and matching panties, the fabric nearly soaked and pulled to the side just so he can work his fingers inside you. And while that wasn’t really anything new, the camera in his hands was.

It was hot, knowing the whole reason you were filming it in the first place was so he could watch it while you were gone. You knew he watched porn, hell the two of you had watched porn together, but Josh asking to make a homemade video because he’d rather watch you?? Astounding to your confidence.

Nevertheless, the camera was intimidating. Its lens narrowing and adjusting on your most private places, its judgemental stare making your body squirm on the mattress beneath you. Ever observant as he was, Josh could tell you were getting in your head about it and quickly fought to bring you back to the moment.

“Such a pretty little thing you are,” he spoke softly, moving the camera’s eye from between your legs to your face.

You liked this part. You knew which faces to make to get a rise out of josh like second nature, and batting your eyelashes and suckling on your own fingers was honestly half the fun.

“All of you, baby,” he continues, still languidly sliding his fingers in and out of you, teasing your g-spot as he talks, “Your hair... Your eyes... Your lips... Fuck baby, your tits...”

He lists all the things he loves about you, pausing to move the camera to each new location in slow, smooth transitions. By the time he’s back and focusing on your pussy, you’re so worked up from his words and the newfound heat of the camera’s gaze to you’re all but grinding back on his fingers.

“There she is,” he praises, smirking at you from behind the camera as he settles your legs on his shoulders, “My beautiful girl.”

“Josh,” you whine, “Please baby, I need you.” you plead, adding a hint of whine to your words if only a little for his future self's benefit.

“So desperate for it, aren’t you?” He coos, taking his cock in his free hand and running against your slit. “Well, if you want it so bad you’d better start taking it.”

And at the sound that left your throat as Josh slid inside you in one smooth motion, he was glad he had it on film.

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The Jacket

Pairing: Snafu x Reader

Warnings: Death

Authors Note: I had this idea saved in my drafts for agessssss. I just now grew some inspiration to write it. I hope you enjoy xx

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This jacket.

This tattered and worn out jacket that most would’ve gotten rid of ages ago, but not Merriell.

For whatever reason, he clung onto this now misshaped denim that was weathered and stained, but somehow this mess of a fabric was his security.

And when he asked you to kindly sew up the newest set of holes, you nodded, just like you always did. 

But with the keeping things tidy around the shack you both had for a home and taking care of your newborn child, you hadn’t quite gotten around to finishing the jacket before Mer unexpectedly had to leave.

“Just have it finished by the time I get back baby,” he said with a drawl as he kissed your lips just as deeply as he had the first time he took you out on a proper date.

You nodded solemnly as he gave you one last squeeze of a hug before he walked over to the door, beginning to shut the wood quietly as to not wake yours and his sleeping child whom he smiled at with utter joy just before the door fully shut.

While Mer was away you found this jacket to be some sort of comfort for you. As if Merriell’s security and attachment in this item had been transferred over to you to hold you over until he got home.

Day after day; when the baby was sleeping & when the quiet of the nighttime allowed the loneliness to settle in an extra large amount, you picked up the jacket. You sewed and sewed until you were yawning, blurry eyed, and having fingers that were rawed and red.

Never would you complain, in fact, this soon became a routine part of your day that is until you finished pulling your thread and needle through the very last seam that was in need of binding.

For several minutes, you let the denim sit in your lap as you looked it over, seeing if there was maybe a spot you had missed, but it was pristine, minus the stains and obvious wear that was no longer able to be corrected.

A sense of grief came over you, one which you didn't understand at first, until you began to cry. Cry because you missed the jacket and having something to preoccupy your mind, but deep down you knew that you simply missed your partner, your lover, your soulmate. Not to mention, every-time he left in that heavy fitted uniform, you know there was a chance he wouldn’t ever walk back through that door.

But somehow, even you thinking of him never coming back didn’t help ease the blow when those two men came knocking on your door, confirming a fear that was deeply buried, yet still so very real in possibility.

You smiled so gleefully, fully prepared to embrace your lover in your arms once more and for the first time in ages, but instead, your face immediately fell as you looked at the gloomed faces of the men in uniform stood at your front door none of which were Merriell Shelton.

The first thing you did after slamming the door in their faces was grasp onto the denim. Holding it up to your face; feeling it, smelling it, and smelling him as your tears would surely soak the fabric in short due time.

This jacket was now a ghost. A ghastly reminder of the love of your life. It was now your security; one that you would hold onto until your hands grew wrinkled and your child got married. One that you would bring with you to the nursing home, setting it next to you in bed each night, just as you had since the day you found out about Merriell’s passing.

You too would die and decay with the world and as you took your last breath, the last thing you felt on your fingertips was a loose thread hanging off of that denim jacket.

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Pass the happy! 🍂 When you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last 10 people in your notifications!

Wow I haven’t done one of these in ages butttt

1). Photography

2). Playing piano

3). My football team (sometimes, they’re rude most of the time tho hahah)

4). My best friend 💜

5). Soft Masc gay girls 🥰🥰🥰

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✨🧡SEND THIS TO TEN OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING. ✨🧡

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hehe credit to @ramimalekpan

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I just found your fics in this blog , they're sooo beautiful! I'm so sorry you left the fandom, anyway thank you for keeping the blog. Love, wherever you are!

Thank you for reading 😌 this was such a nice little message to read

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🌟🌟BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! ONCE YOU ARE GIVEN THIS AWARD YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO PASTE IT IN THE ASKS OF 8 PEOPLE WHO DESERVE IT. IF YOU BREAK THE CHAIN NOTHING HAPPENS, BUT IT'S SWEET TO KNOW SOMEONE THINKS YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL INSIDE AND OUT 🌟🌟

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You Got What I Need (Part One??)

Part Two

Summary: You and Rami are costars on a tv show and end up becoming close friends. Your friendship, however, takes an unexpected turn one evening after an award show, but nothing’s ever that simple, right?

Warnings: Smut ✨ and some angst in the future

Word count: 2.8k

Let me know what you think and enjoy!

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Holy bejesus I forgot how hot this was 🥵

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You’re killing me with all of your nice comments 🥺 thank ya so much

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You Say He’s Just A Friend

A prologue to the ‘You Got What I Need’ series.

Part One II Part Two II Part Three II Part Four II Part Five II Part Six II Epilogue

Pairings: Rami x Reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol

A/N: enjoy ☺️

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Thank you so much for the love on this piece 💜 I’m glad some people got some enjoyment out of it

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You Say He’s Just A Friend

A prologue to the ‘You Got What I Need’ series.

Part One II Part Two II Part Three II Part Four II Part Five II Part Six II Epilogue

Pairings: Rami x Reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol

A/N: enjoy ☺️

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I noticed glitter. There was a lot of glitter; whether it be pouring down from the ceiling, stuck to the walls, stuck to other people, which reminds me to have a good look at myself in the mirror once I got the chance..no one wants to be seen with glitter stuck to their bum, my point was there was glitter everywhere you looked. I never knew Hollywood to be so keen to such a cheesy thing, at least in my mind it was, but I suppose it was Hollywood and it didn’t need to be questioned especially not by a new comer like myself.

I glanced over at the director, sort of the captain of our team, as he began handing out champagne flutes to all of the cast and crew, myself included. His smile couldn’t be contained as he lifted the glass off of the tray and handed it to me, whispering a quiet “we did it” in my ear just before I secured the drink in my hand. As if I hadn’t been smiling enough after hearing that we had won the most sought after award a television show could receive, my grin grew again, making my cheeks ache and beg to be given a proper break, but I don’t think they would be getting one anytime soon. I was much too happy. 

It felt good to say I was happy..i suppose you could say I was happy that I was finally happy. Not that I had been a vast puddle of depression prior to winning the award, but i was just simply happy and everything just sort of felt like it was in place for me for once. Always, i’d felt as though bad luck was following me and watching every step I took, but the second I got the phone call about the acting job in a TV series, that i’m now celebrating over, that was the first time I really felt like I was given a chance at doing what I love. It was as if it was a step in the right direction for me and now, it was extremely transparent that I was starting to have this life that I had only dreamed of. I wasn’t sure how to handle it, but the champagne was definitely helping.

Everyone around me was chatting positive words and smiles and laughs with one another as I leaned my hip against the bar and just watched as everyone; the crew interacting and casually chatting, some of my costars who had brought their families and lovers were indulging in hugs and kisses, some even more than that. That’s really when the lonesomeness began to kick in; however, this didn’t last long. Of course, some middle aged looking man who screamed “i’m a wealthy, flea bag, producer, who is looking for my arm candy for the evening”, came strolling up to me as he fixed the cuffs on his tux.

Although I was fresh to this scene, I had become fairly familiar with this type of person: Talk you up, get you tipsy, have a quick fuck in some over priced hotel room, and then that was it. Nothing more would come of it, not that i’d ever want the man currently coming closer and closer to me to be anything more than an acquaintance, but i surely wasn’t just looking for a good fuck no matter how long it had been. 

“Are you aware that there’s a very creepy looking guy walking towards you?”

“No Rami, had zero idea in fact.” We both nearly choked from laughing as we took simultaneous sips of champagne that we were both choking down as if it was fresh water with a hint of lemon. 

“I don’t get it.” Rami shook his head as his eyes stayed glued to the man who had finally given up on his chase towards me and resorted to sending glares Rami’s way as he ordered a stiff drink from the bar.

“What, how someone could want to get in my pants?!”

“I’ve seen you do sex scenes so that’s definitely not what I meant.”

I playfully shoved Rami with my hip as he devoured a boyish grin which made him look so much younger, but not any less handsome.

“You’re terrible.” He knew I was kidding, but he still put on quite the convincing pouty face, that is until the alcohol seemed to remind him that he wasn’t able to ever hold a straight face for long while intoxicated.

Eventually our eyes drifted away from each other; gazing at the various bodies making their way to the dance floor as the blaring music had just begun, watching actors inter mingling and writers exchanging ideas in dark corners of the room. However, my eyes found an adoring couple, not fifty feet away from us, and that feeling of want and loneliness was beginning to seep in again. 

I hadn’t noticed it at the time, but a frown must’ve etched itself onto my lips, as Rami slipped his arm around my shoulder. “You okay?”

My answer was non verbal as I nodded, but still with a glum expression on my face that apparently wasn’t doing in the trick for him. Rami’s eyes soon began searching the direction my eyes had been entranced on, “So you either really want to do coke”, he pointed his finger at the two men in the corner who were clearly cutting up some expensive substance, one of which I had zero desire for. 

I leaned into Rami and whispered into his ear as the music seemed to grow louder and louder, “You couldn’t be more incorrect.”

He nodded, running his hand along his chin as he bit his lip. His eyes seemed to drift down, first to my face, but they lingered and lingered some more as they dragged further down my form.

“Like what you see?” 

My words seemed to catch him by surprise as he quickly diverted his eyes away from me and occupied them on his drink in hand. Of course, I was only joking; we both had a very playful relationship that was often filled with flirting and terribly inappropriate jokes so it wasn’t anything new or boundary breaking. However, I immediately wished I could recant the words that the alcohol in my system was most likely to blame for, but before I could make up an excuse to go to the bathroom, and give myself a strong talking to regarding being drunkenly flirty with a guy who was my friend, Rami slowly moved his hand to the small of my back, just barely grazing the fabric of my dress set right above my ass, as he moved his lips down to my ear.

“You look great tonight.”

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Idk if anyone will even see this, but I’m going to post a piece of writing that’s lived in my drafts. It was intended to be apart of You Got What I Need as the prologue. I never finished it so it’s very very small and short, but I figured maybe someone would appreciate it & it’s not doing any good sitting in my drafts anyways

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Hi! Sorry to bother you! I’m just wondering if you’re on hiatus for your Time in Los Angeles Multi Chapter fic?

Hi. This blog is inactive so any series that were left unfinished will remain that way, unfortunately.

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