“look at you, my pretty girl,” simon coos at you. he pats the side of your face affectionately and you nuzzle into the touch as best as you can without letting his cock slip from the warm confines of your mouth.
some days, you want nothing more than to turn of your brain and not think, just simply be. your lover always knew what you needed in moments like these. w loved the way all you had to focus on was the heavy weight of simon’s thick cock in your mouth - your mind able to easily shut off and slip into a blissful state. the glowing praise always makes you slip even further, ever one to please.
“my best girl…always so good to me baby.” you’re sure you could stay like this forever: mouth full and head empty.
Y'all it has been entirely too long, but I'm trying so hard to get back into the things. Pls accept my apologies and also some fic.
Fair warning, this is BuckTommy CNC and its currently titled "Vampire Tommy" in my drafts, so do with that information what you will.
The monster only observes him for several long moments. And as the silence stretches, Buck feels his gaze drawn to the startling blue eyes that watch him. Unable to look away, he sinks into the hypnotic depths, forgetting he’s supposed to be fighting. He doesn’t want this, he doesn’t-
A low, soothing voice breaks the spell, “come here, boy.” The phrase could hardly be considered an order, yet Buck feels his body obeying.
He finds himself stopping less than a foot in front of the creature. Far too close for comfort, but the uneasiness he feels does nothing to restore his autonomy.
I haven't interacted on here in foreverrr so i feel like my taglist is kinda obsolete, but tagging som peeps I think will enjoy.
@father-salmon @monsterrae1 @honestlydarkprincess @bigfootsmom @snarkythewoecrow @giddyupbuck @wikiangela @your-catfish-friend @theotherbuckley @usersiren @diazsdimples @actualalligator @circledwithaheart @devirnis
If you want to be added or removed just lmk (I only tagged ppl I'm pretty sure are cool with bt so sorry to anyone I missed)
For the wip weekend, may I request some misadventures of ruth and rose au because I'm very interested
hello!! sorry for how long this ask has been sitting in my inbox, but i just got hit with an inspiration for a kinda short snippet, so here you go! <3
“So…” Robin grinned at her, mischief and adrenaline clear in her eyes. “…how did I do, Miss Ruth Walters?”
Affection rushed through her as she took in her partner in crime, feeling the familiar thrill of what they just did in her veins. Almost like the first time they had done something like this, during a more dire and dangerous time.
Not that this time was any less dangerous, but still...
Nancy felt a familiar smile form on her face.
“I think you did just fine, Miss Rose Weaver.“ She chuckled, her voice softening. ”More than just fine.”
Grian was starving. There was an ache in his chest, eating away at him. It hurt. It hurt so badly that he couldn't breathe. His eyes were closing. The eyes under his sweater were closed. When he opened them, they were milky white and blind.
He would wake up to his feathers all over his room. All of his wings were shedding. He wasn't supposed to be molting yet.
His chest hurt.
Building! That would distract him. He adds another compartment to the G-train. He finishes the interiors of another shop. He ignores the size of the moon.
He stays up.
He builds an observatory, atop the mountains he built with his own hands. He sits. He watches. He starves.
He crashes.
His wings were falling apart now. He combs a hand through them and feathers come out in great big clumps.
--
"Hey G? G-man? You here?" Scar wheels into Midnight Alley, mushroom stew in hand. "Nobody's seen you in days! We're worried about you." Feathers coat the inside of the Magical Menagerie.
"Geez, grian, how many birds do you have in here?" He calls out. These feathers are black and far too large for a parrot. He pretends they aren't.
"G-man?" No response.
He rolls back out the door, poking his head into the Bargain Barrel Bin. Feathers coat every surface. "Grian?" Wingbeats.
"Grian! I brought you some soup, I thought you could use something other than carrots for a change!" Grian is missing his sweater. He's missing half his feathers and his sweater, and the void behind his eyes has somehow grown deeper. "You know, maybe the whole mooner thing is taking a toll on you. You really should get some sleep."
Grian just looks at him. He doesn't reach for the soup. He doesn't move. Scar respawns in his bed.
--
There's blood on his hands, his talons red with shreds of suit and blood. Scar's body is already reforming. He has to act fast.
The soul slips away from him as he grabs at it, Scar respawning too fast for him to absorb even the partial energy.
He tells scar it was a rogue creeper. He doesn't mention the gunpowder on his hands and he hopes scar doesn't notice.
--
"His name is Grian. His name is Grian. His name is Grian." He barely registers what they're saying. He barely comprehends his own name in their mouths.
He finds his wings stuck to his body, his body stuck to the ground, and he fights. His sword is gone, his axe is gone. He claws at Doc's face, latching on to his horns. When did he have horns?
He grabs Doc's horns and twists. He hears a snap under his hands. His remaining eye blinks at the body. He can feel a totem snap in doc's hands, and he twists again. Doc lays, limp. He hasn't respawned yet.
Docm77 was slain by Grian
Ren doesn't move as he lunges for him. Nobody can see. Nobody can know. And maybe it just feels good. He tosses the totem to the side and his neck comes off his shoulders easily.
Renthedog was slain by Grian using [Order of Octa]
He plunges his hand through the ribcage. The heart is a necessary organ. It contains a piece of the soul, and he smiles.
He smiles with every mouth he has, bloodstained hands lifting the organ to the mouth on his neck. He feasts. The soul is absorbed easily. It wanted to find him. It wanted to be used.
He tells himself that, as blood drips from his neck. Sugar-sweet blood and a fragment of a soul. He feels his eyes beginning to reopen. He feels his wings. He feels his wings. He can feel his wings again.
Quickly, before the body despawns and they return for their stuff, he reaches into one of Doc's ribcages.
There's only metal where there should be a human heart.
Cursing, he plunges a hand into the creeper chest. It's sour as he bites down, it tastes more of gunpowder smoke than the sweet taste of flesh. But there is enough soul left for him to feast.
He laughs. Maniacal laughter, the laughter of an isolated man, now alone in his insanity. His body shakes with laughter, each breath rattling as he reaches up to his face. His hands hit flesh. The porcelain of his mask gone, strewn aside. His hands hit flesh and they hit eyes. His wings are stuck to the ground.
Rockets. They're returning for their items. They will see his hands and they will know. He laughs.
Grian's head rolls to the side, landing in the cobwebs and slowly, ever so slowly, beginning to sink.
Grian was slain by Docm77 using [Order of Octa]
An eye for an eye is only fair.
--
"Doc, what the hell was that? Did you see him? Man fought like an animal!"
"Did you stick around after he killed you?"
"No, why? Did you?" Doc doesn't answer. "Dude, if he did something else, I want to know."
"He ate your heart, Ren. He ate mine, too." Ren stops.
"Wait. Wait no. I know Grian, man. You have to be messing with me. Dude couldn't hurt a fly. Well, he could, easily, but he wouldn't cannibalize us! Would he?" Doc is dead serious, running his metal hand through his hair.
"He ripped open your chest, man. His mask fell off and there were eyes underneath. Only eyes."
"Grian doesn't have a mouth, dude. That one's common knowledge. He's gotta make room for that void in his head."
"Not on his face. On his neck, his shoulders, the base of his wings."
"Fuck, man." Ren sits down on the floor of the RV. "Grian's got secrets, doesn't he."
I’m late to the party, but since my time management earlier this month was, let’s say, not the best, I’m still playing around with a few of the prompts from @bend-me-shape-me‘s Advent Calendar until the end of the year. Another couple ficlets incoming for everyone who still wants to enjoy some Christmas-y fluff :)
This one is for the Day 3 Prompt “Motel Rooms”. Read on ao3 or below.
Day 3: Motel Rooms
There was a loud knock on the door, accompanied by Cas's voice.
"Dean!" he yelled through the door, "It's me!"
Inside the motel room, Dean looked over to his brother with a smirk. Sam was sitting on a chair in the back of the room, right next to the small table that had a tiny plastic Christmas tree sitting on top of it. He nodded into Dean’s direction with a smirk on his own.
Now, the older Winchester brother walked the few steps over to the door and opened it. He was now facing Castiel, who was standing out there in front of their door, dirty trench coat, a few single snowflakes in his hair, and a worried expression on his face.
"Dean!" the Angel exclaimed with a relieved look in his deep blue eyes. "I came as fast as I could after I got your message! Are you alright?"
"Hey Cas," Dean greeted him with a smile. "It's good to see you. We're fine, but I hope you'll still stay for a bit?"
Cas's facial expression softened now that he knew for sure everything was alright.
"Of course," he said and stepped into the room.
Inside, he stopped and took a moment to eye the colourful Christmas decorations that was spread all across the room. There were various Christmas lights all over the walls, illuminating the entire room with their red and green colours. A couple of paper cut-out stars and snowmen added onto the Christmas-feeling, and the highlight was of course the small Christmas tree on top of the table right next to Sam.
"Hello Sam," Cas now greeted the second brother, his eyes glancing over to the tree again.
"Hey Cas," Sam answered with a smile. "Glad you could make it"
"Yeah," Dean agreed and walked up to Cas, now standing right next to him. "We were gonna have a little Christmas celebration, as you can see...", he pointed around the room for a second, "And we kinda ... Well, thought we should have the whole family here."
Cas quietly looked into Dean’s eyes for a moment before he answered.
"You had me come here for Christmas?" he asked.
Unable to tell whether the Angel was annoyed by that or simply surprised, Dean nodded.
"It didn't feel right without you," he said. "You're family"
"It was Dean’s idea," Sam threw in a comment from the back of the room. "He wanted to have you here no matter what"
Dean turned to shoot his younger brother an annoyed glance. "You know what, Sam, you said you were gonna get us food. It's about time for that, don't you think?"
Sam rolled his eyes for a second, then got up from his chair, grabbed his jacket and left the room - not without "accidentally" bumping against his brother's shoulder on the way out.
As soon as the door had closed behind him, Dean turned back to Cas who was still blatantly staring at him.
"Did you really?" the Angel asked.
"What?"
"What Sam said," Cas explained, "Is it true that you wanted me here for Christmas, no matter what?"
Dean couldn't hide a faint blush.
"Yeah," he shrugged, "I mean ... Well you're family, and I ..."
He stopped.
"Yes?" Cas asked, waiting for him to continue.
"I, uhm ..." Dean stuttered quietly, "Well, there might be something that I wanted to do for a while. That I wanted to tell you."
"Okay," Cas said calmly, "Then what's stopping you?"
Dean couldn't hold back a nervous chuckle in response.
"Myself, I guess," he said.
Cas looked at his friend with a soft expression.
"It's okay," he said. "You can tell me anything, Dean."
Dean nodded. One more nervous look into Cas's blue eyes, then he leaned in closely.
"I'd love to hold your hand," he whispered into the Angel’s ear, "I want to hug you, and I want to kiss you. And I ..." Here he paused and swallowed down his nervousity before feeling ready to continue, "I think I love you, Cas"
With his eyes closed, Dean pulled back again. He wanted to look at Cas, oh how much he wanted to, but at the same time he was just way too scared to see any signs of rejection on his face, in his eyes.
"Dean," Cas's quiet voice now reached him, "Please look at me"
A deep breath, then Dean opened his eyes and finally faced Cas. Their eyes met, and for a moment, none of them said a word. Then, Cas leaned in closer.
"I've loved you ever since we met," he whispered into Dean’s ear.
Only a second later, Dean could feel Cas's hand on his waist, pulling him closer. His heart racing, he leaned into Cas's touch.
And suddenly, there was Cas's was right in front of his own, his blue eyes so close; suddenly he felt Cas's lips on his own, for just a brief second. As Dean realized what was happening, Cas had pulled back already.
He was looking into Dean’s eyes with a smile on his face, in his eyes.
A/N: This is for @sarahwroteathing with her “Pretty Words” challenge! The prompt I chose is below and her deadline is still a few weeks away if you feel inspired! Here’s a cute little mountain hike story for y’all!
Prompt:
10. “Hill-tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun,
And the river we’re eyeing burn to gold as they run;
Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air;
Whoever looks round sees Eternity there.”
John Clare, “Autumn”
The wind blew a brisk chill through the air, causing you to pull your jacket tighter around yourself as you paused in your climb. “You alright?” Steve asked as you huffed and puffed. You rolled your eyes and nodded.
“Sorry, not all of us can be basically superhuman and not need to stop as we climb literal mountains.” Steve shook his head as you leaned your back against a tree. He opened his mouth to give you the same retort he’d given you several times already on the hike and you held up a hand. “I know, I know. We’re on kind of a deadline, I get it. I just need to breathe again, thanks.”
“You know, even Bucky doesn’t whine this much when we hike.” Steve smirked as he teased you and you glared at him.
“Yeah, well, Bucky is superhuman too. Maybe you should have taken him on this date, you jerk.” Steve’s eyes narrowed as he stepped closer to you.
“I’m not a jerk.” You raised an eyebrow at him in challenge and he shook his head. “I’m not. And I’m not interested in dating Bucky.” He took another step forward, effectively pinning you against the tree. You scoffed.
“I don’t know, you certainly act like it sometimes.” You crossed your arms and Steve frowned.
“How about I prove otherwise?” He asked, placing a hand on your arm.
“Oh yeah? How do you plan to do that when we’re on the side of a mountain?” You asked and he smirked.
“Like this.” He said before pulling you to him and firmly pressing his lips to yours. His other arm wrapped around you to hold you close and he waited until you had almost melted in his arms before pulling back. He waited only a moment before asking “is that proof enough?” You nodded, dazed for a moment before you regained your senses.
“It’s proof, but for someone who’s stuck waiting until I’m breathing again, you sure like to make sure I’m breathless.” You snarked, although it lost some of its edge as he smiled at you and you smiled back.
“Sorry, it was unavoidable.” He shrugged, unapologetic. He let you go and stepped back and you rolled your shoulders, breathing mostly back to normal.
“Alright, let’s get on with this.” You gestured up the trail and Steve stepped aside, letting you set the pace. The sun was starting to get lower through the trees and you hurried your pace as much as you could, reaching the peak with time to spare. The sight was awe-inspiring enough, but when Steve set out the blanket with your ‘peak-nic’ it only improved. You settled in next to him, sharing a thermos of hot chocolate and some sandwiches.
As the sun started to dip lower in the horizon, the colours turned vibrant, a hazy golden hue taking over your vision. The rivers and lakes far below reflected the skies above, glowing like the ichor of the Earth that flowed lazily through its veins. “Steve, it’s beautiful.” You were breathless and he hummed in agreement.
“Sometimes Clint has good ideas, even if his puns are terrible.” He tapped your hiking boots with his and you smiled at him.
“Remind me to thank Clint later then.” You shifted closer to him and he tucked his arm behind you, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder. You leaned your shoes into his and grabbed your phone, snapping a quick picture of your boots with the glowing mountains behind them. You tucked it away, wanting to savour the moment as much as you could. The other hikers around you all headed back down as the sun sank even lower, leaving the two of you alone at the peak. Although you knew you needed to pack up and head back down, you both lingered, enjoying the moment as the day seemed suspended, holding on with fingers of purple and red and orange as the night sky tried to push it away. A single bright star pierced through the blanket of night, and you felt a little childish as you wished on that star for this moment to last forever.
Eventually, the chill in the air became too much and Steve reached into his bag to pull out two headlamps. You donned yours and turned it on, pointing it down at the edge of the blanket as Steve did the same. The two of you stood, packing up the remnants of your meal and loading it into Steve’s bag without words. With a swig of water each, you headed back to the trail, ready to begin the long descent in the dark. You paused at the head of the trail and turned off your lamp to take one last look around.
“You alright?” Steve asked, coming up behind you and placing a hand on your shoulder.
“Yeah. Just taking it all in.” Steve hummed, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on your shoulder.
“Good date?” He asked and you chewed your lip for a moment before answering.
“So far. Let’s just see about getting back down, hm?” He laughed and turned your headlamp back on for you.
imagining ghost fucking you like this <3 literal porn link mdni!!!
you’re absolutely cockdrunk you’re not even sure how many times simon has made you cum at this point. your poor abused cunt is drooling onto his thick cock - so much so that his cock slides into you so effortlessly. after enough of your babbling and begging simon finally paints your slick folds in his cum and he marvels at the sight. he reaches over to the nightstand and plucks his phone off to snap a picture of his masterpiece.
“look at you… smile for the camera pretty girl. can’t wait to show the boys how gorgeous you look when i fuck you.”
love the idea of ghost watching you hehe, as always nsfw mdni thank u
Simon comes home and is surprised when you don’t greet him at the door like you normally do. He figures you’re probably sleeping – always one to nap when you get the chance. The sight he was met with is not remotely what he expected.
You’re spread out in the middle of the bed – looking effortlessly angelic – eyes closed and the sound of your breathy moans permeating the air. You’re fucking yourself relentlessly with your fingers clearly on the precipice of an orgasm, and Simon is quickly debating on pulling his cock out and just watching you get yourself or if he should hold off and join you on the bed.
It’s decided for him when he lets out a deep groan at the sound of you moaning his name – your movements halt immediately and you sit up in surprise.
“Oh my god, how long have you been standing there,” you ask your boyfriend a blush creeping over your face. It was one thing for him to see you like this when the two of you are having sex, but somehow it feels so embarrassing to have him catch you pleasuring yourself.
“Long enough to know you think about me when you’re stuffing your little pussy full.” He’s walking towards the bed now, and he pulls at your ankle dragging you to the end. Your chest is heaving now, he was reigniting the fire that was burning in you shortly before he caught you. His large hand covers the expanse of your throat and slowly treks down the length of your body, stopping momentarily to tweak at each of your nipples. When he reaches the softness of your stomach he stops, leans down merely inches from your face and whispers, “Beg me to fuck you pet, tell me you want me to fuck you far better than your little fingers ever could.”
