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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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*** BWACACKLE ***
yall I just caught this but my man Jake was been thinking about licking Shin’s armpit since chapter 12. Bruh didn’t waist much time either because by chapter 18 he was slurping it 😂😂😂😂
Man he wasn’t lying when he said he liked it dirty. He sees something he wants and he gets it.
He saw a mechanic with a nice ass and interesting face, wanted him, got him.
He saw that mechanic’s armpit while he was working, wanted it, licked it.
I love that for him tbh 😂😂😂
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Johnny strutting up to older!reader in a bar with the tired “can I buy ye a drink” and you just look him up and down and ask “oh baby. How old are you? Where’s your dad?” In the most condescending yet sweet voice he’s ever heard and the man is lowkey bricked up. He’s stunned just staring at you stuttering out “ ‘m 26” You look over his shoulder to the rest of the 141 sitting at a table. “Either come back in ten years or send your mutton chops daddy over. Ok sweetheart” your hand is shooing him away and he’s walking a little stiff bc you just unlocked a kink in him he did not know he had.
Johnny walking back to his table and they’re all wondering why he is both sulking and blushing until he says “cap’n she wants to talk to you”. He’s pouting as he slides into his side and watches Price stand up.
“You called?” His deep voice pulled you from your drink to turn and give a knowing smile to the man now sitting next to you.
“You just let that poor thing go hitting on women older than him? Why not just send him to the pretty more age appropriate girls hmm?” You motioned for the bartender to get Price another beer and you another one of yours
“The boy doesn’t usually have a problem with the easy ones. Gotta give him a challenge or he’ll get a big head”. He’s sipping his beer watching your lips wrap around yours.
“What about you? How’s your head?” You’re looking at him like you’re expecting an answer as your hand lands on his thigh. And now he’s almost choking on his drink, fully understanding why Johnny had the look he did on the way back to the table.

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Johnny strutting up to older!reader in a bar with the tired “can I buy ye a drink” and you just look him up and down and ask “oh baby. How old are you? Where’s your dad?” In the most condescending yet sweet voice he’s ever heard and the man is lowkey bricked up. He’s stunned just staring at you stuttering out “ ‘m 26” You look over his shoulder to the rest of the 141 sitting at a table. “Either come back in ten years or send your mutton chops daddy over. Ok sweetheart” your hand is shooing him away and he’s walking a little stiff bc you just unlocked a kink in him he did not know he had.
and i know i've kissed you before, but / i didn't do it right / can i try again, try again, try again?
challengers (2024) | pink in the night, mitski
Can- can you draw ghost big cheesin’ too? 🥺
I would draw anyone big cheesing...
Welp guess I'm gonna have to start writing Jack Reacher slash fanfic
Reacher/Richard Beck anyone?

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Reacher's cover is blown, but it's a lovers' quarrel.
— Season 3 Episode 6: Smoke on the Water
JOHNNY BERCHTOLD as RICHARD BECK REACHER, 3.08 "Unfinished Business"
there's only one episode of the season left. when is that little twink getting his back blown out by reacher
ankles and wrists. chained tight to the head n foot board. the skin was blossoming bloody, every tug slicing up into the thin flesh painfully, yet no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t keep still, he couldn’t help the tugging the running.
and there you sat. smiling down at him, thighs engulfing the thick of his as you perched yourself on the fatty muscle. and your sweet fingers tugged at his cock, pulling and stroking the length of him till tears streamed down his face.
“f-fuck,” and it was guttural, a moan that lined the air in a beating echo. he couldn’t take it anymore, every slick stroke of your hand, stung. yet his cock pulsed, begged for its own release. “n-no, no no.”
he was crying, sobbing practically. his stomach caved, back bowing up off the bed, and shoulders rolling, hands balling so desperate to squeeze through the cuffed metal. he couldn’t keep track of how many times you’d got him off tonight, but the evidence was there.
painted across his lower belly, was a pooling mess of a sweetish pearlescent liquid, droplets rolling down over his dips of his waist with every sudden movement.
“poor boy,” you peered down at him, grabbing at his jaw to get his head lolling. n he looked up at you, lashes coated with his crystaly tears. he was a mess, face red and puffy, dry tears painting his face in messy streaks. “can tell you want it, pretty boy, stop with all the fuss, cock’s leakin’ a mess, hun.”
Writing Tips
Punctuating Dialogue
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➸ “This is a sentence.”
➸ “This is a sentence with a dialogue tag at the end,” she said.
➸ “This,” he said, “is a sentence split by a dialogue tag.”
➸ “This is a sentence,” she said. “This is a new sentence. New sentences are capitalized.”
➸ “This is a sentence followed by an action.” He stood. “They are separate sentences because he did not speak by standing.”
➸ She said, “Use a comma to introduce dialogue. The quote is capitalized when the dialogue tag is at the beginning.”
➸ “Use a comma when a dialogue tag follows a quote,” he said.
“Unless there is a question mark?” she asked.
“Or an exclamation point!” he answered. “The dialogue tag still remains uncapitalized because it’s not truly the end of the sentence.”
➸ “Periods and commas should be inside closing quotations.”
➸ “Hey!” she shouted, “Sometimes exclamation points are inside quotations.”
However, if it’s not dialogue exclamation points can also be “outside”!
➸ “Does this apply to question marks too?” he asked.
If it’s not dialogue, can question marks be “outside”? (Yes, they can.)
➸ “This applies to dashes too. Inside quotations dashes typically express—“
“Interruption” — but there are situations dashes may be outside.
➸ “You’ll notice that exclamation marks, question marks, and dashes do not have a comma after them. Ellipses don’t have a comma after them either…” she said.
➸ “My teacher said, ‘Use single quotation marks when quoting within dialogue.’”
➸ “Use paragraph breaks to indicate a new speaker,” he said.
“The readers will know it’s someone else speaking.”
➸ “If it’s the same speaker but different paragraph, keep the closing quotation off.
“This shows it’s the same character continuing to speak.”
omg this is so helpful
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this is how I will be imagining ghost from now on 🫡
creds to @ chatskaja on Twitter
Simon Riley is a sexually frustrated mess of a man.
And it’s nothing a simple wank can’t take of. Maybe.
There’s your soldier, reclined haphazardly on the couch, nursing a ciggie, adrenaline rushing, and so bloody hard his cock might as well be a diamond. It’s a right bastard, and he might as well be one, too, seeing as he can’t be arsed to take care of it himself.
Well, he could if only he weren’t so fuckin’ tired and touched starved and in desperate need of you and bloody hell, come over ‘ere and love him, darling. Better yet, why don’t you fuck him? Help him take the edge off, luv. Help him cum.
“Fuck me, sweetheart.” Not a command, not a plea, but both, rolled up into gravelly cheekiness, pungent smoke, and come-fuck-me eyes. And so you do.
And Simon Riley is a goddamn goner.
He expected the rough and tumble that came with fucking him the way he does you, but this? Nice and painfully slow? What the actual fuck? You damn cocktease. What’re you doing to him?
He hadn’t even finished speaking before you had him on his back. Shocked him so bloody much he almost dropped his ciggie, and a little prep and some Riley-esque expressions of impatience later, there you were, fucking him like he had all the time in the world.
What the fook?
Even when you first entered him, you took your time and told Simon you wanted him to feel every inch; poor bastard didn’t know what to do with himself, cock twitching with every languid movement, cheeks hot, and dark eyes practically staring daggers at you while you grinned.
But the best was yet to come, yeah?
Wrong. Heh. Fuck him, right?
And so Simon Riley, horny bastard extraordinaire, was being fucked like he had all the time in the world; fuck if he didn’t need it though. You were a fucking tease, moving your hips slowly, pissing him off, making him crazier than ever for you, leaving Simon torn between the two while you angled yourself ever so slightly, and—
“Bloody fuck—“ There we go, Riley.
He takes a puff, can’t help but to because you’re killing him softly, sweetheart, and the contrast of smoking and being fucked does something to him. It turns his cock into a leaky faucet, and Simon swears to whatever higher power out there that he’ll NEVER let you fuck him like this again.
Don’t you fucking believe him, either.
You angle yourself again, sending Simon reeling, and he’s close. He’s so damn close. Your grin gets wider once your soldier settles for his cigarette dangling from his lips because his cock needs so much more attention, and his hand gets to work.
You wonder if he’ll ever realize just how much a sight he truly is, especially when he’s coming.
Like right now.
And it isn’t the earth-shattering orgasm that makes him chuckle and you chuckle at his chuckle. It’s the one that comes in waves of frustration, satisfaction, guttural growls, and cigarette smoke. Just like Ghost.
Just like Simon Riley.
“Attaboy,” you wax lyrical on his post-coital high, and Simon, cigarette still dangling from his mouth, stares daggers at you. Again. Fucking tease. But of course, there you are to remind him that you still have the upper hand. With another pointed thrust. And Simon Riley’s a fucking goner. Again. Christ, you’re killing him, luv.
You will not be fucking him anytime soon after this.
And don’t you fucking believe that either.