29. ] Sender Wakes Receiver In The Throes Of A Nightmare, Reassuring Them, "it's Okay, It's Not Real."

🌶️ SC // @washsins ( russell shaw )

she  didn’t  think.  she  couldn’t  think.  by  the  time  she  had  crossed  the  threshold  past  his  door,  gloria’s  hands  were  shaking.  not  from  fear,  not  from  the  cold,  but  from  something  hungrier,  meaner.  something  she  couldn’t  scrape  out  of  her  chest,  no  matter  how  hard  she  tried.  it  had  been  gnawing  at  her  for  days,  weeks  maybe.  that  hollow,  bone-deep  need  that  curled  under  her  skin  and  made  her  feel  too  tight,  too  human,  too  breakable.  heart  hammering  against  her  ribs,  adrenaline  stabbing  at  the  base  of  her  skull the  way  it  used  to  before  firefights.

only  this  was  worse;  this  was  personal.

gloria  doesn't  give  russell  a  second  to  breathe  or  contemplate  the  brokenness  she  carried  in.  she  was  already  on  him,  grabbing  the  collar  of  his  shirt  and  dragging  him  down  to  meet  her  mouth.  it  was  desperate,  waking  up  the  part  of  her  soul  that  had  been  warped  into  something  caustic  and  fractured.  her  teeth  caught  on  his  lip,  fingers  yanking  at  the  fabric  over  his  chest  like  she  could  tear  her  need  out  by  force  if  she  just  clawed  hard  enough.  she  needed  someone  real.  someone  solid,  someone  that  could  pin  her  down  when  the  world  spun  out  and  she  couldn’t  catch  her  breath.  ❛ please.  ❜  gloria  heard  herself  say  it  like  a  disembodied  entity  haunting  the  room.  a  hoarse  whisper,  nearly  unrecognizable.  she  hated  the  sound  of  it,  the  crack  in  her  own  voice,  but  she  needed  him  more  than  she  needed  pride  right  now.  

∗ 14﹕ sender places their head in receiver’s lap . @nashmed

a  rare  lull,  caught  between  extremities  of  boundless  chaos.  IDLENESS  WAS  A  CURSE  for  gloria.  her  body  and  psyche  shaped  by  battlefronts  and  flipping  off  death  in  the  midst  of  carnage.  she’s  molded  into  it,  spine  rigid  with  war  and  pushing  through  on  the  home  front.  loss  gathers  in  her  throat,  clawing  its  way  up  until  chokes  it  all  back  down.  she’ll  carry  it  home  and  fall  apart,  save  anyone  the  burden  of  picking  her  off  the  floor.  because  if  she  sits  with  her  sorrow  long  enough,  it  might  bury  her.

she’s  about  to  move,  about  to  shuffle  back  up  when  the  slight  weight  of  a  head  positions  in  her  lap.  she  exhales  an  amused  chuff.   ❛ you  good  ?❜  instinctive  in  how  her  body  shuffles  to  offer  comfort  to  the  other.  back  of  her  palm  flat  against  forehead  to  check  for  fever  —  gloria  was  reminded  of  her  grandmother  then,  all  that  was  missing  was  a  hearty  slathering  of  vick’s  to  solve  all  manner  of  ailments.  unfortunately,  they  never  covered  such  methods  in  med  school  or  combat  training.   ❛ or  do  you  need  another  second?  ❜

Adria Arjona in Andor S02E04

LOCATION  BASED  SMUT  PROMPTS

TRANSPORATION 

one muse gives the other oral while they drive. 

driver uses one hand to finger the other while on a long road trip.

muses join mile high club in an airplane restroom.

in an airplane one muse has to be quiet while the other muse plays with them in their seats.

muses tease each other in the back of a taxi cab on the way home. 

while driving home after a date,  they get too impatient and pull into a parking lot to have sex. 

while driving in the middle of a forest,  our muses pull onto the side of the road for sex. 

our muses are on a road trip but a thick fog forces them to take a break.  they have sex inside the car while waiting for it to clear. 

while at the drive in theater,  muses participate in foreplay. 

while at the drive in theater,  muses forego watching the movie to have sex. 

revenge sex in someone else’s car. 

sex in someone else’s car due to impatience and carelessness. 

a quickie while parallel parked on a busy road. 

in an empty train car while freighthopping. 

in a crowded bus,  one muse sitting in the others lap purposefully and subtly grinding to get them worked up. 

in a private jet,  on the way to a business trip. 

in a private jet,  on the way to a vacation spot. 

one muse masturbates while the other drives. 

driver instructs the passenger to touch themselves through guided masturbation. 

while one muse drives,  they describe what they want to do to the passenger who isn’t allowed to touch themselves. 

NATURE

sensual sex in a secluded meadow during a picnic. 

one muse holding the other up against a tree. 

in a cabin in the middle of a rainstorm late at night. 

in a cabin in the middle of a heavy snowstorm during the day. 

in the bed of a truck in front of hiking trails. 

in the bed of a truck while stargazing. 

a plateau overlooking the ocean on a cloudy day. 

one muse has been napping in a hammock and the other wakes them by beginning to finger them. 

muses get distracted from sunbathing and start to fool around by a poolside or lake. 

inside a gazebo while it rains. 

a little ways off from a hiking trail,  hidden by thick foliage. 

mutual masturbation while camping in a tent. 

beneath the shade of trees in the middle of an orchard. 

between rows in a vineyard. 

hidden away in the dead end of a hedge maze. 

PUBLIC

in a bar or restaurant,  one muse sneaks under table to eat out the other. 

in a bar or restaurant,  muses discuss in detail what they’re going to do to each other once they get home. 

inside the stall of restroom in a bar. 

inside a single bathroom of a place of service (restaurant,  store,  club etc.)

in a hotel room,  up against the window overlooking a busy city.

a quickie in a diner restroom before getting back on the road. 

up on a rooftop where no one is supposed to be. 

inside one muses’s office. 

inside a third party’s office they shouldn’t have access to. 

inside an empty church on a weekday. 

one muse fondling the other while they’re trying to shop. 

foreplay and teasing in the dressing room of a store. 

oral performed while hidden in a storage room or closet. 

inside an abandoned house. 

hushed sex while staying in the guest room of another’s home. 

in the middle of a park late at night. 

PRIVATE

on the floor,  in front of the fireplace to warm up after coming inside from winter storm. 

one muse on the bathroom counter while the other stands. 

in front of the bathroom mirror so they can watch themselves. 

to break in a new house or apartment,  boxes scattered about and furniture newly placed. 

bent over a table while something bakes in the oven. 

on the kitchen counter with half-eaten plates of breakfast forgotten. 

one muse spread out across the top of a grand piano,  pretty woman style. 

rushed and desperate,  messy on the couch because they were too impatient to even make it to the bedroom. 

one muse riding the other while the tv plays in the background,  movie forgotten entirely. 

on the balcony in early morning,  where neighbors might see,  but no one will likely look. 

I’m not even sure her ass makes up for the collective amount of trauma and baggage anymore…her head game does though.

❛ you’re a fucking nightmare. kiss me. ❜ / dex @weaponid

it  doesn’t  sound  like  desire,  it  sounds  like  a  dare.  gloria  stands  there,  breath  tight  in  her  chest,  jaw  working  like  she's  chewing  down  a  scream.  maybe,  once  upon  a  time,  she  would've  flinched.  denied  it.  tried  to  scrub  the  blood  off  her  hands  and  weigh  the  scales  of  morality,  not  anymore.  it  isn't  something  she  can  just  outrun.  it  wouldn't  matter  how  many  lives  she  saved;  she  still  took  without  mercy  when  the  orders  were  given.  never  hesitated,  never  uttered  the  realization  that  she  liked  it.  gloria  laughs,  and  it's  a  caustic  thing.  like  she's  clinging  to  the  last  fragments  of  dignity  before  she  inevitably  begs  him  to  dish  out  pain  as  personal  penance.  ❛  aw,  am  i  keeping  you  up  at  night,  dex?  ❜

it’s  been  a  long  time  since  anyone’s  looked  at  her  like  she’s  something  real.  not  a  saviour  or  a  soldier.  something  he  doesn’t  want  to  fix,  maybe  even  something  he  wants.  her  hand  finds  his  jaw,  fingers  rough  from  the  violence  of  trying  to  hold  onto  softness.  from  too  many  nights  spent  stitching  other  people’s  wounds  while  ignoring  her  own,  she  tilts  his  face  down  and  meets  his  eyes  with  something  broken  and  burning.  her  thumb  brushes  his  cheek  with  the  barest  touch  of  reverence—or—warning.  it's  a  slow  melt  into  him,  but  not  an  ounce  of  hesitation.  gifting  him  the  taste  of  something  sweet  before  her  fingers  curl  roughly  into  his  hair,  and  teeth  graze  his  bottom  lip.  a  fucking  nightmare  made  flesh  if  he  wanted  it.

❛ your fascination with me will be your death. ❜ Leon / @washsins

a  warning?  perhaps  a  favour  spoken  by  toeing  the  line.  gloria  breathes  it  in,  lets  it  settle  in  the  space  between  them  like  smoke.  heavy,  impossible  to  ignore,  and  he’s  close  enough  that  she  could  touch  him  if  she  wanted  to.  it’s  not  the  danger  that  draws  her.  she’s  seen  worse,  survived  worse.  but  there’s  something  about  him,  all  sharp  edges  and  old  scars,  some  still  bleeding  under  the  surface.  she  recognizes  the  kind  of  violence  he  carries.  it’s  not  posturing,  it’s  not  a  threat,  it’s  a  language  she's  fluent  in.  gloria  doesn’t  know  when  she  started  needing  him  like  this.  beyond  warmth  and  safety,  but  for  the  way  his  presence  drags  her  back  into  her  own  body,  sharp  and  aching  and  real.

she’s  never  been  good  at  doing  the  right  thing  when  her  hands  are  already  shaking  with  want.  she  could  pretend  enough,  hold  up  a  reflection  of  the  goodness  she  tries  to  uphold  with  a  heart-wrenching  dedication.  how  she  falls  back  into  the  consuming  grief,  haunted  and  so  unfathomably  broken.  she  couldn't  be  repaired.  ❛  maybe  i'll  just  die  wanting  you  then.  ❜  a  smile  that  shouldn't  be  there,  but  one  that  echoes  a  sentiment  she  couldn't  place.  the  gallows  humour  dancing  across  her  lips.  ❛  or  you  could  save  me  the  heartache  and  put  me  out  of  my  misery  now.  ❜

she  isn't  someone  who  flusters  easily.  could  withstand  the  force  of  a  thousand  storms  and  still  hold  her  ground  against  the  CARNAGE  AND  CHAOS.  ❛  i've  got  a  hundred  thrown-out  speeches  i  almost  said  to  you.  ❜  she's  at  a  loss  here,  in  over  her  head  and  overthinking  because  it's  not  as  simple  as  locking  into  task  or  mission.  her  heart  wears  too  close  to  her  sleeve  and  clawing  its  way  into  his  hands. 

lyrical sc// @pittmade

indefinite hiatus.

gloria de lima edits. // mutuals may reblog representation of physical grief, exhaustion, vulnerability and the weight of what she carries. the side of her that few people have the privilege of seeing, the intimacy of these moments is built from trust and understanding or the shared experience. for someone to look at her and accept the worst and most difficult parts of her soul is to truly love her and see her.