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could you make light/dark green and white dividers!! maybe make them as stars!

hi! Sure! I did some of my fave stars/space dividers, in white/dark green for you - I hope this is close to what you’re looking for! 💚🤍

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Always have room to correct, this includes myself and thank god I found this to help me

Hi! I was wondering if you happen to have any advice for writing smut that *doesn’t* sound like a teenager posting to Wattpad? 😅

before we start, I’d like to say that these are all just what I personally do with my writing / how I personally write. these are not “rules” and if you disagree with them, that is totally fine!

also, there’s going to be explicit language moving forward so you may scroll past this post if (written) porn isn’t your thing! 18+ content ahead!

let’s begin with the focus of your story. instead of focusing solely on “the action”, you can try focusing on “the feelings” too. how the characters are feeling as they’re being intimate with each other. in other words, instead of focusing on the “physical” aspects, try focusing on the “emotional / mental” parts and the “feelings” too. so that your characters also feel something else that isn’t just shallow arousal (obviously, there’s nothing wrong with being so horny that nothing else matters, if that’s your goals then go for it, what I’m saying is sometimes sex can be about something else that isn’t merely the act of coupling, if you get what I mean? the “porn with feelings” tag on AO3 is there for a reason and, yes, porn with feelings can get you just as aroused if not more!)

for instance, instead of “he roughly shoved his entire dick inside her pussy, grabbed her boob with one hand, the other steadied her hip, before he started thrusting and moaning”. you could try “he wasn’t being gentle when he pushed his length inside, feeling her body yield and surrender, engulfing him in one confident thrust. with one hand on her breast, the other on her hip to keep her still, he began moving, making love and declaring to his wife his fidelity in an ecstatic moan.”

how you describe your characters’ private parts affects the mood / vibes your readers get from your work too. I personally prefer using “cock / cunt” to “dick / pussy” because for me, the first set of pairing sounds sexier, more raw and more “mature”, while the latter just gives off the vibes of horny and mindless teenagers instead, which might only be a personal opinion and preference of mine!

that being said, the trick is that you don’t always have to use the exact, direct words over and over again while talking about the genitals. using “cock” sounds sexy and all, but using the word “cock” three times in the same sentence can feel like you’re trying a little too hard to make your readers know this is smut. they already know. and they know what the character is stroking.

sometimes the trick lies in the implication and indirectness of how you describe your scenes. sometimes it sounds more hot to, instead of directly saying what the characters are doing, use implication and metaphor to tell your readers what the characters are doing.

for instance, instead of “he pushed his big, big cock inside her and felt the walls of her cunt squeeze his cock, so he stayed still for a while to savor the feeling of her cunt around his cock before he started moving his cock” you could say something like “he pushed himself inside her, feeling the warmth of her around his length and opting to keep still to savor as much as he could of her tightness before he started thrusting.”

or, instead of “his cock was so huge it made her mouth water” it could be “the promise of godhood between his legs elicited from within her the hunger she never knew existed”

yes, smut is about sex. but sex can also be about other feelings besides arousal. sex can be about vulnerability, the complete trust one gives their partner. it can be about surrendering and submitting yourself to someone. it can be about dominating and controlling someone. it can be about pain and betrayal. it can be about hatred. it can even be about grief and mourning. just in case you want to throw in some feelings or angst and in case you want to describe your scenes with something else that isn’t just mindless arousal.

(again, smut with nothing but mindless arousal isn’t bad. there’s nothing wrong with smut just being smut with no other feelings involved. so this isn’t me saying you have to throw some emotions and depth into your porn, obviously. smut can be just smut and that’s fun and hot enough, and if that’s your thing then you do you. I will always be rooting for you.)

the two most important things while writing smut — as well as anything else that isn’t smut — are 1.) write whatever you want for you and 2.) practice makes perfect.

keep writing. your smut doesn’t have to be perfect the first time you write it, and that’s okay. that’s normal. the most skilled writer out there started out terrible at what they wrote, but the nature of writing is that you get better the more you write.

the first smut I wrote was about 8 years ago and it was terrible. and that’s fine. I’ve come a long way since. the point is: keep writing and writing and writing and you will keep getting better and better and better.

keep writing whatever you want to write, and have fun, that’s the key.

"guys I do not condone any of this in real life" "this is fiction" "consent is key. this is only fiction" "murder is bad irl" — I wish fanfic authors didn't feel like they had to clarify this in author's notes or else they might be accused of being abusers or worse (I admit that such disclaimers are also something I personally use for my own stuff because I feel like I had to make it clear). like... people used to not care if an author wrote dead dove fics because people used to understand that ao3 fics are not a reflection of someone's in real life views or morality in any way. people used to understand that fanfics mean what they mean; fan fiction. none of it is real. maybe it's purity culture that normalizes witch hunt and censorship in the past couple years, and therefore authors feel like they have to clarify that just because they write about violence or noncon stuff doesn't mean they're murderers or sex offenders in real life. and I think it sucks that these things (purity and cancel culture?) have made authors feel like they have to apologize for the art they created instead of being proud of their hard work and all the dedication they put into creating these art. artists should not have to feel like they have to apologize for creating art that isn't all rainbow and sunshine. artists should not have to be made to feel ashamed of their own art if it's not all rainbow and sunshine.

I don’t agree with the “you can write noncon and dark fics as long as you make sure your readers get the message that these things are bad” or “you can write noncon and dark fics if it’s your way of coping with your trauma” take either. because writers do not owe you anything. the message writers want to send to their readers — whatever that message may be, if there’s any message or moral of the story for readers to take from the stories at all — is none of your business. why writers write what they write is none of your business. remember “don’t like don’t read”. no one forces you to read anything you don’t like. dark and noncon fics are a form of creative writing and creative writing is a form of art. you can’t pressure artists into creating art that “fit your moral compass” nor can you apply your own moral compass to artists to determine if they can create dark art or not, if their reasoning behind creating dark art passes your moral compass. like… what artists create and why artists create are none of your business. and you don’t get to shame artists for creating art that you hate / art that disgusts you. what you can do is ignore the art because it clearly was not made for you and that’s okay. what isn’t okay is you harassing artists because you don’t like the things they created.

writers, embrace and be proud of your works. as long as all the trigger warnings are tagged properly, you have nothing to apologize for.

♧ Hello! I'm Finch

- 21, Genderfuild, but idc what you call me :)

-Mostly MDNI page 🤷

-Cat Parent, Writer, and Artist 🎨

- I do tend to get a shit ton of Writers Block unfortunately but I'll try 😅

-DMs are open, Asks are open

Fandoms/Topics I'll write for:

♤Criminal Minds (mostly Spencer Reid)

♤Avatar

♤Sally Face

♤BL/GL

♤BDSM kinks (on ask basis/my kinks or ones I find interesting)

♤Fluff, comfort stories

♤HQs if asked with a prompt, or on my own assessments

Will Not Do:

- Outright Racism

-Homophobia Terminology

-Discuss my political stance

-Abuse (unless it's for character background where they grown from it)

-Animal Abuse

☆☆☆☆☆☆

If I do write Noncon and themes along that, don't just assume that I agree with it. It's writing, I'm not telling you to go do it, I'm not saying I do it.

Honestly as a writer, I don't really have to owe anyone an explanation over my writings. You don't like it? Well, don't read it.

Avatar Fanfic hehe. I don't have a name for it, but I do have tags.

Psa. This is if they stayed in the forest when the RDA came back, and Neteyam is alive. I am a fan, but I do use a translator for the Na'Vi language, so if anything is wrong, then I do apologize :) and Lo'ak is aged up since there's adult content in my writing

MDNI: Cussing, sexual instances, queer love <3

-This is an ongoing story, so yes, there's MDNI and smexy tags, but it'll happen later in the story.

My OC's overview (so y'all don't have to scramble lol):

Name: Winslow Quarich (Yes, he's Spider's brother, diff moms) Age: Nineteen Nickname: Ghost

Species: Human (has an Avatar body)

Height: 5'4 (Human) 7'2 (Avatar) Hair color: Comma mullet, brown

Eye color: Blue Skin tone: Tan, Honey shade

Recombinant Technology. Absolutely amazing, yet so destructive. Humans did not need the ability to play God. it was wrong.

Seeing my father in a Na'Vi body was definitely a shock and weird. Honestly, I hated that the man couldn't stay dead. I wasn't exactly what my father was hoping for as the eldest son. He wanted me to follow in his footsteps of being a hard-ass colonel, but no. He got, as he put it, a plant nerd. So I liked plants more than weapons? Not everyone was dickheads or blood thirsty.

I hardly spoke to Quarich, we just....coexisted in our familial bond and that was it. Even with him in this body, he still was a shitty father.

I was laying in my barrack, thank God I didn't have to share with anyone. It was pitch black outside besides Pandora's bioluminescent plants. Pandora was beautiful, stunning. I couldn't understand why the RDA felt compelled to ruin this damn planet. I was sketching a few of the plants I could see from my little window, minding my business till I seen an outline of a figure in the shadows, their form perfectly still in the shadows of this shitty base.

They, whether soldier or Na'Vi, seemed to be scoping the area out of the base and probably the people of the base. For a long, tense moment, I didn't see it move, but then slowly it started moving again, their movements slow and careful like they knew this base was a bunch of sleeping animals. The man, or woman, was approaching closer and closer to the base, and to my window. Inching closer and closer with cat-like patience.

I really hoped they would get closer to my window, it was easy to see it was a Na'vi scout. It crept closer and closer till they were Infront of my window, curse me for keeping a damn lamp on. The, or well, He tilted his head, probably curious as to why I haven't alerted anyone or something.

I grabbed my sketchbook, writing down, and then showing him a note written in the native Na'vi language. 'Ke'u sa'fe natives. Ku.' (Not safe for Natives. Go.)

For a moment, the male paused, yellow eyes glued to the note I had pressed along the window. A mix of surprise and confusion swirling in his eyes, as if he didn't expect me to be friendly and even warn him. The male went back to looking at me, not aggressively, instead he seemed to study me? I had no idea what he was thinking, but then his fingers brushed against the cool glass that separated us, as if he wasn't sure if there was a trap or not.

Fuck it, why not? I pressed my hand against the glass, resting it, wondering what next. He seemed a tad surprised, but he slowly pressed his much larger hand against the window over mine. I could feel the heat of ours between the glass.

I'm the only that's gotten 'Deserves The World' so far hahaha

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Spencer smiling down at his phone

Morgan: So, who's the lucky girl??

Spencer: ... Who said it was a girl?

Morgan: Pause, rewind, WHAT?

As long as I'd be able to get Pickle Soup, I'd be content

it's cold out there, reblog to give a trans man a cup of soump

Tags: MLM, smut, boys kissing 💋, Somnophilia (consenting adults!), anal

MNDI, Sexual content ♡

It's been two weeks since you've seen your sweet boyfriend, Spencer. But as you adjusted this lovely morning, you felt sweaty? Then you felt and heard Spencer's soft gasps in your neck and his cock lodged deep in your ass.

"Missed you so much." Spencer mumbled, who knew how long he's been like this, cockwarming himself. You sighed in pleasure, half asleep, remembering months ago how you both had a full conversation on Somno along with yalls boundaries.

Spencer rutted against your ass, mumbling sleepy about how good you felt around him. Poor baby, he must've been needy as hell to be this sleepy and still going. You rubbed back into him, causing a sweet half slurred groan from him into your neck. You squeezed around him involuntarily when his cock twitch deep inside you, kissing your prostate gently.

"Oh baby...need more...need so much." Soencer mumbled, almost incoherently as he rolled his hips, lazily fucking you. You whined, feeling his hand on your hip dip to your aching morning wood, his thumb swiping the sensitive slit, smearing your precum before stroking lazily. You reach a hand to his hair, tugging your sweet man to look at you and kiss him with his name on your lips as he continues to make you both feel good from weeks of being apart.

"So...so good..feel so good." He mumbles into your lips as he starts kissing you once more. A few soft thrusts, you could feel he was getting close to his orgasm, so you encourage it

"Come for me, pretty thing. You know you want too."

A soft whine and choked whimper from Spencer signaled his release, you could feel his hot cum filling your ass up as your own cock finished all over his hand.

Neither of you cleaned up, just simply went back to sleep, Spencer kept his cock where it belonged. Inside you.

IT’S GETTING STICKYYYYY

Me:

Elliot Page: *exists*

Me: :)

reblog if your inbox is always open for new members of the fandom who may be a little shy or intimidated. doesn’t matter whether or not you’re a “popular blog”; everyone here is equal and if you’re reading this as a new person/someone considering entering the fandom, we will not turn you away!!!! talk to us!! make friends!! i more than understand being shy but trust me this fandom is chill come join us in this hellhole

submissive tops are underrated. teasing a boy while you ride him? scolding him when he gets too impatient and thrusts into you? watching him get all blushy and do what you say?

that’s good shit.

is the sun bothering you my king

Knowing Chishiya isn’t one to openly express his feelings I can totally picture him telling his s/o how he feels about her whenever she’s not aware.

Like she’s sleeping? He’ll be mumbling non stop about how much he loves her.

She’s in another room? He’d be whispering: “come here, I miss you”

She’s staring at the wall contemplating life? “I miss your eyes on me”

She has just woken up and she looks sleepy asf? “God, you look so beautiful”

And he thinks she can’t hear him but she often can and she has the biggest smile on her face every time.

She would pretend to be asleep just so she can hear him saying “I love you” until one day she says it back and he’s like 😦

✨️Tummy✨️

what's the point of huge thick thighs and a big ass if she doesn't even have fucking tummy you people make me sick

Oh for sure.

What to do if you suddenly find yourself homeless

FOOD

Find your nearest food bank or mission, for food

grocery stores with free samples, bakeries + stores with day-old bread

different fast food outlets have cheaper food and will generally let you hang out for a while.

some dollar stores carry food like cans of beans or fruit

SHELTER

Sleeping at beaches during the day is a good way to avoid suspicion and harassment

sleep with your bag strapped to you, so someone can’t steal it

Some churches offer short term residence

Find your nearest homeless shelter

Look for places that are open to the public

A large dumpster near a wall can often be moved so that flipping up the lids creates an angled shelter to stay dry

HYGIENE

A membership to the YMCA is usually only 10$, which has a shower, and sometimes laundry machines and lockers.

Public libraries have bathrooms you can use

Dollar stores carry low-end soaps and deodorant etc.

Wet wipes are all purpose and a life saver

Local beaches, go for a quick swim

Some truck stops have showers you can pay for

Staying clean is the best way to prevent disease, and potentially get a job to get back on your feet

Pack 7 pairs of socks/undies, 2 outfits, and one hooded rain jacket

OTHER

first aid kit

 sunscreen

 a travel alarm clock or watch

 mylar emergency blanket

 a backpack is a must

 downgrade your cellphone to a pay as you go with top-up cards

 sleeping bag

 travel kit of toothbrush, hair brush/comb, mirror

 swiss army knife

 can opener

Dom! Vampire partner x sub! Human Reader

MDNI! 🔞 MLM

"You're so pretty like this. So perfect, in my thousands of lives, I've never met someone that I can't get enough of like you.", your vampire partner nibbled along your neck, being easy with his fangs so he didn't hurt you.

He let his fingers trail along your exposed chest, stomach, hips. Really, whatever he could touch that was apart of you. He was ancient in some terms, never thought he'd be a religious man, but if that god was you, he'd gladly get on his knees and repent.

His hand explored lower, wrapping around your hard leaky length, stroking unbearably slow. He's been torturing you all day with teases and quick touches, and he smiled at your soft moan from just a touch like this.

"You're so hard for me, love. Gods, I love how you react to me and my touch." Your partner hissed into your neck before he smirked, feeling your hips move, instinctively jerking yourself off with his hand. Your vampire partner groaned against your main blood artery in your neck, "That's right, baby. Just like that."

As his hand moved in tune with your hips, his thumb graced over your leaking, sensitive tip. "Damn. I could watch you do this all fucking day."

You were too needy to even form words mentally, let alone verbally, so all he got as responses were soft moans and mewls of your pleasure as you fucked his hand to your content. Your precum being used as a subtle lubricant which made it a thousand times better for your needy cock.

Your Vampire lover was enthralled in you, loving everything you were doing right now, "You're so pretty like this, so damn perfect for me." He let his fangs graze over your neck veins, he'd never bite you, but he loved the moans it'd bring from your throat. "I want to make you feel good, my love. Just lose yourself, baby. In me. In us."

A soft moan as coaxed from your throat as a response, poor you. Such a needy thing for your lover. Your moans got louder, and your hips jerked as he went faster with pumping your needy cock. "I-i won't last long, love. Fuck." You finally managed to speak and all your lover could do was chuckle.

"That's the point, baby boy. I want to feel you lose control amd cum all over my hand. Make a mess of me, sweets."

You were getting closer, your climax was getting taunt with the need to realse soon before you wanted to. The vampire could tell and he loved every second of the Ecstasy on your face as you were pulled closer and closer.

"That's right, baby boy. Come for me. I've got you, just let go and let that pretty cock come for me."

At those words, you let out a ragged moan that followed your release in your lovers hand, he kept his hand going to make sure every rope of pleasure was let out. You were flushed, slightly embarrassed cause you could see your release not only on his hand, but his pants and floor.

"You look absolutely stunning like this, baby.." you watched as he brought his cum covered hand to his mouth and cleaned every bit up with his tounge, keeping eye contact with you. Unfortunately this just made you harder and ready to go again.

He smirked, watching your cock get hard again, "Already ready for round two?"

All of the Prehistoric Pride guys in one collective post to celebrate pride month. Choose your fighter and have an awesome time :D

More suggestions are always welcome, I sadly was not able to cover everyone, but I will do more of these in the future!

I am going to add more and more to the collection as I get them done :D

If you would like to support my silly little dinosaur art, then you can buy any of these Prideaurs as stickers from my Etsy shop, which I just set up recently. I am pretty new to this entire business side of art things, but I am trying my best :D so a like or a reblog would go a long way. Thank you guys so much for all your kind words and support!

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Head cannons of spencer reid having a trans boyfriend? Thanks!

I always plan to write more trans stuff (usually when I get dysphoria and need comfort lol) but then I end up forgetting too so very excited

Spencer Reid is 100% supportive of you always.

If you started dating before you come out, it's not going to bother him. Our bi king see's you 100% as a man and wants to be there for you through your journey.

Surprisingly be doesn't bring up any facts when you first come out, but if anyone misgenders purposefully or is being transphobic he will correct them

Some asshole - "I don't know what you're always making such a fuss, you'll always be a girl just accept it."* Spencer- "He's always been a boy actually, studies have shown that the brains of transgender men and women physically don't align with their biological sex."* If you work at the BAU they are also very protective, probably taking a more physical approach to defending you.

He helps you with your T shots if you're too scared to do them yourself and he makes sure they're done perfectly. No air bubbles are getting past him

Again if you work at the BAU he doesn't want you to wear your binder on the job or at least wants you to change out of it after a while.

If your back, shoulders, or ribs hurt from wearing it too long he'll give you a massage.

He's very sweet and very respectful of you and your boundaries. Because sometimes you have a bad say and that's okay. He will be there for you in any way you want him to be.

If you want surgery. He will help go over all your surgery options and see what's best for you.* After your first one he'll take care of you thoroughly and make sure you have everything you need.* His post-op care if very good, he also takes off a week to help you.* Honestly, he is just the best boyfriend.

me: i watch criminal minds for the plot

the plot:

☆ dating spencer reid but make it mlm !!

what about Hobie dragging the reader to their apartment after a party and they're babbling and drunkenly hitting on Hobie, completely oblivious to the fact that he's their boyfriend

like "hey, handsome, can you give me your number?" COMING ON HE'S TRYING TO CHANGE YOU AND GET YOU TO BED IN YOUR HOME

I love your work btw

you inspire me to learn english better haha

Pick Up Line — Hobie x Reader

Notes: I wrote this before going to sleep 🫡 it is not proofread (I might do that tomorrow) writing this was so much fun, I only knew what I wanted to write in the beginning, and then I just let everything unfold on it’s own. I didn’t have a title for this until I finished it. I hope you like it!!

Man I have so many requests I’m sorry for posting one thing and then disappearing for months 😭 anyways, here’s the fic:

“No! Put me down! I have a boyfriend!” You groaned with a breathless sigh, feeling the heaviness of the booze weighting down on your body, most of all your mind.

Hobie chuckled as he carried you back to your apartment after one of those self destructive parties the darker alternative scene liked to throw every now and then.

“Oh, you do?” He chuckled with a cheeky tone as you hummed.

“Uh-huh. I do, and he’s the most handsomest, coolest motherfucker…” You replied and let your head fall onto his shoulder as he was carrying you as if you weighted nothing on his arms, with an arm holding your back and on the other your legs. “He’d kick your ass,”

“Oh, would he?” Hobie teased, raising an eyebrow, thinking it was insanely adorable how even on your state you talked so highly and proudly of him in your own way.

“Yup, certified badass shit,” You groaned. “I love him,”

He let out a deep chuckle as he gazed at you and turned on the corner, spotting your flat building a couple of blocks down.

“I’m pretty sure I could kick his ass,” Hobie said, trying to see how you’d react.

“In your dreams,” You sighed deeply.

As he approached your flat building and got inside, in your drunken state probably it would be best to avoid using his Spider-Man skills. You’d either puke, or start yelling that he’s Spider-Man and he wouldn’t risk it. On the bright side, you lived on the third floor.

As he stopped by your door, he gazed at you. “Can hold yourself up for a couple of seconds while I open the door, darlin’?” He asked you, as you giggled.

“Darlin’…” You giggled as you nodded and tried hopping off his arms as he let you down, and you leaned against the wall.

As you patted the pockets of your jacket, you found your keys and took them out as he gently took them off your hands and unlocked your apartment.

In your drunken haze, you started at him with a soft smile, taking in the details. The door squeaking open went unnoticed, your mind was too taken away by Hobie.

“Hey there handsome,” You sighed and closed your eyes. “What are you doing in my apartment?”

“You’re never gonna believe this,” He chucked as he gently grabbed your hand and pulled you in with him. “But I basically live here as well,” he chuckled.

It was partially true. He had his sailboat docked not far from there, but your apartment was wider, and every excuse to spend time with you, he’d take it right away. At this point he spent more nights crashing at your apartment than staying in his sailboat.

“God! What a small world!” You whispered as you let him guide you to your room.

“Isnt it?” He chuckled and as you got to your room, you let yourself collapse on the bed.

“Do you have a phone number I can borrow?” You asked with a cheeky tone, as Hobie chuckled and gazed at you as he looked in your wardrobe for your pyjamas.

Something in his chest squeezing with a sweet nostalgic feeling. It had been the exact same awful pick up line you’d used on him when you’d met him a couple of years ago. The rest was history, and now you were drunk in your apartment with your boyfriend taking care of you.

“What about your badass boyfriend?” He teased as he grabbed your pajama pants and sat on the edge of the bed and helped you take off your shoes.

“God, he’s so badass…I love him,” You sighed sleepily as you closed your eyes, as you slowly came to the realisation that he was taking off your shoes. “What are you doing? Buy me some coffee first,” you giggled with a soft snort.

“It’s too late to find a coffee shop open at this time, luv,” He chuckled and then took off your belt and undid your trousers.

At this point you were more asleep than awake and you let him take your pants off as you kept whining with playful banter. Both hitting on him and telling him about your badass boyfriend. As he managed to get you to put on your pyjama pants and remove everything last bit of uncomfortable accessories or clothes, he helped you get under the bedsheets.

He grabbed some water, aspirins and left them ready on the nightstand besides the bed, knowing the killer hangover you’d be having tomorrow. He then took off his boots, his vest, accessories and got on the bed with you in just his boxers and his t-shirt. By the time he did you were already lost in some dreamland and he simply snugged besides you and wrapped an arm around you before joining you in a deep sleep.

The next morning, he woke up to the sounds of your painful groaning and your husky voice saying:

“I’m never drinking that much ever again…I’m never drinking again, period…”

He opened his eyes, blinking several times before he finally processed your words He chuckled. “You always say that, luv…” He sighed and stared at you.

“Leave me alone…” You whined with a playful voice as you gulped down the water and the aspirins before collapsing on the bed again. “The last thing I remember is Karl and his boyfriend convincing me to do shots with them…”

“That was your mistake, you should know by this point those guys can drink their weight in booze,” He teased.

“I didn’t do anything stupid, did I?”

“You were about to let Mattea dye your hair in the bathroom in the middle of the party,” He explained, “and then ran off to the closest convenience store to try and buy bleach and hair dye…”

“Ah, fuck,”

“That’s when I thought maybe it was time to take you to bed,” He laughed softly. “So I brought you back,”

“Thanks, baby…” You whispered with a sheepish voice and kissed his skinny shoulder.

“You bragged to me the entire time about your boyfriend, by the way,” He teased.

“What?” You asked confused.

“And the proceeds to flirt with me and ask for my number…”

“Bullshit,” You groaned as you blushed softly, starting to remember some things about him carrying you back.

“You pulled out the same terrible pickup line you used the first time we met,” He giggled and looked at you from the corner of his eye.

“Oh my god…” You gasped, burying your face against the pillow in embarrassment. And after a brief silence you said: “did it work, though?” Your questions make Hobie laugh softly as he rolled to his side and looked at you, running his long slender fingers up your spine over the short.

“I’m here, am I not?” He replied with a soft velvet whisper.

The small statured woman sat on her bed, humming softly, waiting for her little soldier. He was different. Better than anyone she's been with.

He always came after the stressful missions. Simon Ghost Riley was a strong wall of power in the field. But in the bedroom? He loved giving that control away with a reward of some dominance.

The woman opened the door, her little soldier was at the door, waiting.

"Hello, love." She let him in, closing the door behind him, and then sat on her bed.

"Knees, pup."

Simon sank down silently, already giving her the reigns, to let him be at ease. She leaned up, snatching his mask off. "There's my handsome man."

Simon never took his mask off, but if his girl asked for it. He'd do it. Any and everytime. The woman adjusted herself and spread her legs, teasing Simon. All he could do was stare at her through her dark green underwear.

"Please." He spoke softly, his accent think. "Tell me what you want." She chided softly, pressing a fitting into his strained pants. "To taste you. Please." He groaned softly

"Go head. But no touching, only your face."

Draco: on Halloween we dress as skeletons, but in reality, the skeletons dress like us..

Y/n:…That does makes sense, but sometimes I worry about you