Hope still lingers on.




a-rach-bb:

It’s been a long week and I’m aching again - I hate that I feel better for a while then it all comes back to me again. 

Where are you hurting, Rach?


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Can We Fix This? || Quartie 

wheels—of—steel:

Movements becoming erratic yet incredibly in sync, Artie marveled at their connection. How their bodies rolled with each other, how they joined so blissfully, kisses, breaths - they were linked so completely. They always had been really, but this, this final step of their physical bond seemed only to deepen and solidify; to make more lush and crisp and clear their emotional bond. He loved the way she clung to him, the way they clung to each other. Loved her nails in his skin, teeth to flesh, and skin to skin. Mingling breaths panted unto one another as they flew higher to that peak together, their only care for them and this moment. Affirmations of their love sinking deeper into his heart as he knew nothing else - no one else would ever be able to make him feel as happy, loved, and utterly lucky as she did with a simple word like ‘forever’. And her teeth tugging at his lip pulled him closer to his own height.

He could sense her getting near and strove to take her all the way with him, thrusts more urgent. A hot breath of a curse came from her and a jolt shot through him. Her voice just… affected him in so many ways, but to hear her swear? It was so damn sexy. She wrapped about him, he latched onto her and drove harder and deeper into her. Mouth on his neck drew a groan from him, positively adoring the sensations and knowing -with a slight smirk of acknowledgment- that she was marking him; purposely. He’d wear it with honor and any other mark she left on him. He was pulled from his thoughts by their gazes meeting; a fusion of burning hazel and blue. Lost in the love that they held, his thrusting working to try and reach further into her and further into her gaze. Her sounds, her tight grip, her eyes, her body - all pulling him closer to his orgasm. He could feel her fast approaching her own with her own movements and the heat and tightness of her core about him. Eyes fought to stay focused, stay clear and on her as a heated tension in him built to it’s breaking point. But he held focus and stayed with her, catching her words and responding, “Me too.” Voice breathless and almost strained. “Let go… Come with me.” Putting his weight on his right arm completely, Artie fumbled to slip a hand between them. His thrusting was less refined, so to speak, but he found what he had sought out and quickly began to circle her clit - needing her to do as he asked and let go with him.

Everything centered in on her. On all that she was and all that she meant to him, on what they shares and wished to share. On this moment - the color in her skin and heat of her breath, the flickering and twitching of expressions, each inch of skin pressed to him and holdi-clinging to him, the vibrations of her voice as it trembled in the smallest sound, how they fit so perfectly, and the pleasure her body gave his. Rocking together fervently, Artie couldn’t hold off his climax any longer as it enveloped him and tugged him over the edge, a rush of ecstasy. With a cry of his love’s name, he released inside her, thrusting and rolling to draw out their pleasure, collapsing back onto both arms. Hips, arms, back slowing in their work, Artie found a contented warmth settling over his entire body as he peered down at Quinn, panting and in awe of the experience just had. Pressing sweaty forehead to hers, Artie let out a happy hum. “I love you.” He caught her lips in a slow kiss as his heart rate gradually began to ease into normalcy - or as normal as a heart can beat when near an angel. It was all like a dream, really, something he never could have imagined on his own. Sharing himself with Quinn and her with him, it was the ultimate form of completion and pleasure. “God, I love you,” he repeated as he pressed a soft kiss to her heck and then nudged her jaw with his nose. Body trembled weakly, but he wasn’t quite ready to move from her, comfortable with the slightly heavier press of bodies.

The room was filled with the sounds of ultimate rapture. Slick skin to slick skin slapping one another— the moans and groans, whimpers and grunts - ragged, mingled breaths… whispered affirmations of love. The effect alone was enough to send a person into overdrive and reach that sexual peak. Artie’s groans encouraged Quinn’s movements, her mouth suckling at the flesh of his pulse as she claimed him to be hers - there was a delicate balance between the pair. Desire and love embodied them, their frames moving in tandem with each rock and press and roll and thrust. Artie surged into her and Quinn followed, his thrusts met with her hips more harshly with each stride. He was amazing and attentive, loving, and hers. Clutching him close, Quinn promised their love forever, her teeth gnawing gingerly and tugging at already kiss-swollen lip - sensing her own high rising and wordlessly begging they finish together. As actions began a tumultuous grind of passion, a breathy curse slipped the blonde’s lips; a word she rarely said yet was unable to hold back due to the amount of pleasure wracking her body.

Suckling harder in dedication of leaving her mark to his flesh, Quinn’s own hips rolled more eagerly, allowing a deeper plunge of each thrust driven into her. She moaned; feeling the muscles of her body further tense, stomach flipping as she neared another climax. Voicing her inability to hold off, she was relieved to hear Artie was close as well; for she wanted them to unravel together— as one. The ultimate connection. Thrusts grew quick and hard, no longer such a languid, flowing movement, but rather hungry and urgent— both striving to meet their release. Hazel locked unto blue needfully— adoringly, losing herself completely and wholly in everything that were him. His touch— kisses, stare - love for her, his breaths; they all mingled and engulfed her. Quinn used her body to show him all her love - every aspect of it; for only he would ever receive it. Mind buzzed— clouded, stomach spiraled and chest heaved. Muscles strengthened their grip of Artie’s length pounding within her - she was so damn close. Then he was encouraging her to let go— pleading that they finish together; Artie’s fingers twisting to circle her clit eagerly. Clinging tightly to his frame, Quinn’s hips rammed more hurriedly, the friction on her clit and each deep thrust amplifying the pleasure taking over her body. “A-Almost…” she panted, eyes heavily hooded but still watching— admiring each contortion of his face, bite of lip as he thrust— glow of sticky sweat glazing his flushed skin; lips parted, the source of tumbling noises of pleasure and kisses - it was all too much. A final drive of hips pressing his erection against her most sensitive spot had Quinn clenching— her final release taking over just as she was flooded with Artie’s, his name leaving her lips on a strangled cry.

Warmth took over her body as she and Artie rode out their high together; hips rolling from fervent and slowing, each sensitive press leaving the blonde moaning in sheer rapture. Hips gave a final buck as she calmed and Artie fell into her, their foreheads glistening and resting together. Quinn had never known true love before Artie, and after experiencing it— not just the intimacy, but their relationship as a whole, she never wanted to let go. “I love you too,” she murmured breathlessly, smiling in this giddy, spent way as Artie embraced her with a slow kiss. Delicate arms wound round his back, holding his body dear to hers as they shared it. She was still breathing a bit shallowly, the heave of her chest slowing as Quinn relaxed. Fingers ran up and down Artie’s back in soothing strokes, neck tilting as it was kissed. The nudge of nose to her jaw had the blonde beaming tenderly, her own mouth dipping to pepper a kiss to the crown of Artie’s head. “I love you more than anything, and I always will,” Quinn cooed, feeling his body quake just as much as her own beneath him. Continuing the trail of palms to sooth him, Quinn buried her face into his damp hair, relishing in the fact that she was the one to cause it to be so. “You’re my reason for being,” she whispered, nuzzling him lovingly and tightening her hold about Artie’s frame. “You never cease to take my breath away, Smartie. Especially now,” the last part added on a playful note, she exhaling a soft giggle.


I was “requested” 

recruit-tina:

What happens if I don’t do ‘other things’?

It just depends on the person. Thankfully I’ve only been requested by Artie… so I’ve been lucky— I have no idea about this guy.



I was “requested” 

recruit-tina:

I don’t even understand what that means. I only met the guy once…

It means that you’ll be staying with him through that time and doing whatever he wants… hopefully he’ll be kind and just want you for company or work, but um - most request for other reasons…

I barely know the guy myself, and I’ve been here for months.


wheels—of—steel:

Don’t apologize. You teasin’ me, though completely unfair, is half the fun. Well, maybe not half, but ya know. And good, yours in the first face I wanna see. I know you will, Angel.

Heh, it’s definitely fun for me, but if it is for you too, then that makes it even better. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure that it is, sugar. Always will.


wheels—of—steel:

Not wasted at all! Cover as much… I uh- I’m starin’ to think I shouldn’t have asked for a hint and just stayed in the dark ‘til I came home, cuz I’m all buzzin’ and my brain’s all fuzzy and I dunno how I’m suppose to wait or focus! …Good! I’d like ta enjoy yer surprises after the heart attack.

Good, babe. Oh honey - I’m sorry… I think you can handle it though— I’ll still be here waiting for you when you return. I promise. I guess I should have just kept it to myself. Heh, whether you have it before or after, I’ll save you.